(feat. Raekwon the Chef)

[Verse One: Havoc and Prodigy]


Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin
Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin

Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
It stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous
I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head

Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight man brawl three men fall
Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall

Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail
Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill
An eye for an eye you know my science of life

Is you man or mice thugs or the cowardly type
I kick the 98 %#@! for your ears to list
^!$$% P where you headed it's time to pass kids

(what's the kids be doin' yo)
Kickin' rhymes that's true lies
Let me break 'em down to size minimize they air air time

After this you never will go back to that which
Sit back an' write half $$# %#@!
The last official takin out the artificial

Let me relieve you replace that %#@! with some lethal
Mobb, remember the name it's been along
That ^!$$%'s shook to death from the first $#&@in song

Fluidly my mind flooded with jewels infinite
The kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live %#@!
Bear witness to this diligent street cat

I carry myself hold myself down in fact
This one dedicated to my ^!$$%z on run
Holdin big gats go for your gun

Prepare to crush them we trust none
Man who ain't down with the clan
The Mobb dynasty apparantly you thought I was some other type

^!$$% you could $#&@ with you %#@! outta luck
Boss I break your compass throw you way off course
We buildin from ground up startin from ground zero

Mafia on da see the name upon the mirror
Durable physically fit raps articulate
You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous

Still facinated by my ste
Little P wanna be me, huh you no D


[Chorus: Prodigy]

One time son you know we be the illest in this

Push the %#@! back, QBC gat, plottin to move back
The big mouth cat ship'll sink to the bottom
Easily overthrowin ^!$$%z, rollin over ^!$$%z


[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]


Yo crushed grills, dollar bills, swiss suit on
Screw on drysell ^!$$% with his loot on
Watch this, gun glock less, fiends scopin out my rock %#@!

Diamond on some H&R Block %#@!
Hear me, gets Larry and his sneakers are shot
Word to me Dunn, the uniform do mean a lot

I approach lit up cousin sit up matter of fact get up
What fuss on the bottom face slit up
Yeah where you from I'm from here

You know Brina and Javier, and Little Life doin thirty years
!@%(yzin this wise guy a look alike first prize guy
Lit up the thai said riiiight!

Emotionally playin him close like I'm suppossed to be
Somethin spoke to me, it was this little ^!$$% pokin me
I heard sirens now turn around about to hit em

Son was pro nine with the emblem
Grabbed my goose down the walkie-talkie
Foul I'm loose now shot went off knocked the juice down

It ricocheted and hit a GS now here comes EMS, Dunn was leanin near a ZX
Next time %#@!'s parental, God slap fire out yer mental
Jet in a boat with rims to mental


[Chorus 2X]