[Produced by Havoc]
[Hook]
Cause it about to get hectic
Cause we about to get hectic
[Verse 1: Havoc]
The streets got a nigga stressed out of type, bugging
I'm struggling, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
So, what's a day's function? Pain reliever? Fever inducer?
And held a chocolate Thai Buddha, now I'm looser
I fantasize about this crew I took last week
And yo, that's me at the sympathy, to pass me
But I was brought to reality, a rude awakening
My man just got taken, it's mad time he's facing
Jetted upstairs, got a call from my cousin
Back in Brooklyn, only fifteen the kid is bugging
Told me about the spot that he hit that had a drop on the spot
But his man almost got shot
Now it's the talk of the block cause he's dead and in the cab
The Troy Ave laughed, then he started tumble (?)
Counted the cash, but one nigga tried to stash
Who wet the quills? niggas was up in his ass
As he kicked it, by the little story that he told
I was fickled in his hold, then off the old gold
Till I got to be on the other line, put him on hold
It was my shorty, told her call me back, kid you're too old
It was a quarter to one, Friday night
Loaded up my guns to blow the horns, called up my son
Son, you come through I got a proposition for you
Keep it on the low so the plan won't spoil
My crew's loyal, they came over in a minute
To kick it 'bout this nigga, who think he getting bigger
Pumping on our side, don't even know him from a hole
In the wall, tonight's going to be his downfall
So fuck him and everything he stand for
About this time, he be on the corner
Slinging with a crackhead, kept me bringing
Sales to the building, a bunch of bitches fiending
I figure we could get the goods, kill the nigga
And be it that we live right next to the river
We can catch him off guard, throw him in the water
Before the coastguards come on God this shit ain't hard
But think, the one you give a couple up's your fate
And keep your eyes open for the jakes, the snakes and the snitches
The ones you see, the nigga with the riches
Acting like a little bunch of bitches
Pointing me out in pictures
The Five-O's like "you know who is this"
It's Havoc, you better recognise it, realise
[Hook]
Cause it about to get hectic
Cause we about to get hectic
[Verse 1: Havoc]
The streets got a nigga stressed out of type, bugging
I'm struggling, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
So, what's a day's function? Pain reliever? Fever inducer?
And held a chocolate Thai Buddha, now I'm looser
I fantasize about this crew I took last week
And yo, that's me at the sympathy, to pass me
But I was brought to reality, a rude awakening
My man just got taken, it's mad time he's facing
Jetted upstairs, got a call from my cousin
Back in Brooklyn, only fifteen the kid is bugging
Told me about the spot that he hit that had a drop on the spot
But his man almost got shot
Now it's the talk of the block cause he's dead and in the cab
The Troy Ave laughed, then he started tumble (?)
Counted the cash, but one nigga tried to stash
Who wet the quills? niggas was up in his ass
As he kicked it, by the little story that he told
I was fickled in his hold, then off the old gold
Till I got to be on the other line, put him on hold
It was my shorty, told her call me back, kid you're too old
It was a quarter to one, Friday night
Loaded up my guns to blow the horns, called up my son
Son, you come through I got a proposition for you
Keep it on the low so the plan won't spoil
My crew's loyal, they came over in a minute
To kick it 'bout this nigga, who think he getting bigger
Pumping on our side, don't even know him from a hole
In the wall, tonight's going to be his downfall
So fuck him and everything he stand for
About this time, he be on the corner
Slinging with a crackhead, kept me bringing
Sales to the building, a bunch of bitches fiending
I figure we could get the goods, kill the nigga
And be it that we live right next to the river
We can catch him off guard, throw him in the water
Before the coastguards come on God this shit ain't hard
But think, the one you give a couple up's your fate
And keep your eyes open for the jakes, the snakes and the snitches
The ones you see, the nigga with the riches
Acting like a little bunch of bitches
Pointing me out in pictures
The Five-O's like "you know who is this"
It's Havoc, you better recognise it, realise
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