Poppin Bottles Mobb Deep

[Intro: Prodigy & Havoc]
What (Yeah)
Niggas got me fucked up (Yeah)
G-Unit Records, nigga
Imfamous Mobb Deep, nigga (Yeah)
Fuck K, get your dime, man
A-yo, H, nigga, you crate this money, nigga
No, they know nothing to this shit right here, man
Ayo, H, tell these niggas, man

[Verse 1: Havoc]
When Mobb come around, got them raising they eyebrows
We there, all of a sudden year this shited to spot now
Bad model, pop bottles, got head sweet whole swallow
Yeah, there's more where that came from, Mobb money colossal
Full throttle, how the fuck you think I got what I got to?
G-Unit signed a deal and shot through
Everywhere I go, I see you moan me like paparazzi
Made a little money, now they saying I'm so cocky
The flow is so choppy, they love how I switch styles
Shit ain't just a verse, motherfucker, this versatile
Got them haters sick to their stomach, you gotta love it
Baby do you, and don't worry, I'm fucking
Amongst the grown men, we into some grown things
When you see me, greet me like the pope, kiss the whole ring
Matter a fact, give respect to my whole team
You niggas ain't real, shit ain't nothing but smoke screens