[Verse One: Havoc]
Is it real like ^!$$%z claimin', "stay to this"
Let me answer that question while I'm aiming this

Hear them one good time, is he faking kid?
Not bleeding like that, he gonna need a %#@! bad
Lay the $#&@ up, suck it through from a tube

a million dollars won't even put my feet in his shoes (check it out)
^!$$%z lose they life, hear as nature
and ^!$$%z die when...tryin', I'm gangsta, ^!$$%z

Straight #~!!@, I can smell that %#@!
There's only one way that I can duse that %#@!
Slugs comin' through, better move that %#@!

He was gangsta but he died tryin' ta prove that %#@!
Them QB ^!$$%z, too grimey for y'all
We stick together, $#&@ what you heard in the song

The 41st Side, and that love go long
^!$$%z screamin' out, "dunn"
and we put y'all on...


[Chorus x2: Havoc]


So $#&@ y'all ^!$$%z
Buck y'all ^!$$%z
Ain't no way you can touch my ^!$$%z

Try my ^!$$%
Die my ^!$$%
All y'all ^!$$%z...my gats spittin'


[Verse Two: Infamous Mobb]
Aiyo

You feel my ^!$$%z when we come through, thuggin' it
You lovin' it, the way we at ball like the government
I'm 1/3 President, the AB, the medicine, we OD heavenly

You $#&@in' with veterans who's better than us,
The In-fa-mous,
We crush crab ^!$$%z to dust and sweep-o-mop

When the heat raise up,
ain't no ifs, ands, or buts
The most scandalous, make your blood rush

through your body like it ain't never did before
We the mall, and we guarantee the realist of all
My spirit is torn

My guns is long
My team is strong
We king kong ^!$$%z when the heat is on

And no matter if I'm wrong or right,
believe me, I'm right
If anything else, ^!$$% prepare to fight

like, nuckle up, get your face bowl up
or, buckle up and get shot the $#&@ down
'cause we got 4 pounds that don't make no sounds

Real creepy, so be careful when you see me, breathe easy
Believe me, it's far from what you see on tv,
It's real life drama, you wouldn't want to be me...


[Chorus x2: Havoc]


So $#&@ y'all ^!$$%z
Buck y'all ^!$$%z
Ain't no way you can touch my ^!$$%z

Try my ^!$$%
Die my ^!$$%
All y'all ^!$$%z...my gats spittin'


[Verse Three: Prodigy]
Aiyo,

There aint no ^!$$%z on the face of the map, $#&@in' with this
Infamous, y'all, that dominant mall
Just park your attention on my dogs, it's us

We the ones with that dope %#@!,
that cold crush
We burn 'em up, turn it up, it's on

We gonna do it 'til it death us, $#&@ yo' thoughts
^!$$%z be plottin' to dead us, they move in veine
Get they head bust open, it's not a thing

So rap fo' these ^!$$%z
My team is tough
It's not a game, mother$#&@a
We cleanin' up
Gettin' that money, mother$#&@a

You king or what
We use your head, dunn, it's right there
Get you some
You lack strength, mother$#&@a
Better get you some

For's me, I'm more than a family, dunn
and we handles our business
and continue to bang
and chump ^!$$%z
Grow and get bigger, flow and get richer


[Chorus x2: Havoc]

So $#&@ y'all ^!$$%z
Buck y'all ^!$$%z

Ain't no way you can touch my ^!$$%z
Try my ^!$$%
Die my ^!$$%
All y'all ^!$$%z...my gats spittin'