[Prodigy and Havoc talking]
Yeah yeah
Know what I'm sayin'

Straight burn biscuits baby
Yeah, give it to 'em raw uncut
Turn them headphones up

No doubt son
No problem
Creepin' it though baby

It's gangsta
The truth gonna come to the level


[Havoc]
Yo
As this blood flow through my veins

I stand before this mic with a stepped up game
Some things when I look how they never gonna change
It ain't a thing

^!$$%s wild
Then I'm @@#!in' that thing
Cuz you know with every action there's a reaction

And there's no known cure when I'm sick with the clappin'
How many times it have to happen
^!$$%s talkin' like they generals

They just mere captains
The streets there's rules
Slugs hit 'emwith infractions

And then there's Hollywood if you want some $#&@in' acting
You got these ^!$$%s out mis-representin' they hood
Give 'em heart now they icin'

I'm like ^!$$% what's good?
Cuz you know how I get with these macks and these techs
Blaze 'em down gives a $#&@ about the next ^!$$% rep

Play around find yourself getting' cheated by death
Man gone and believe me dog it happened to the best


[Chorus]
You know a ^!$$%
I be tryin' to chill

But now then I'ma hafta run these ^!$$%s a drill (no doubt)
Ther comes a time in
Every ^!$$% life when he's face to face with that ole'

Kill or be killed
And here I go again
Grabbin' my steel

Cuz now then I'ma hafta run these ^!$$%s a drill (run 'em)
There come a time in
Ever ^!$$% life when he's face to face with that ole'

Kill or be killed

[Prodigy]

Ay yo
Don't make me have to body something
$#&@ you and what you known for

To me you're nothin'
I don't see why in the world
To me you frontin'

And if you was that ^!$$%
Then you still mean nothing
Homes (what)

My gun is bustin'
$#&@ all y'all ^!$$%s my stomach is touchin'
And I be right there on Murdle Ave.

Come through
You (*##$ $$# ^!$$%s wouldn't know what to do
I get bullet proof love

Pounds and hugs
You get extorted by the thugs that gew up in your hood
You get killed $#&@in' with P

You really should
Not do that
I use that

Lugar good
Catch a bad one
Ran dunn raggity

You got $#&@ed up and left for dead in the street

[Havoc]
Yo
Who wants it with Hav

Who want it with P
Not near one of y'all
And I put that on me
But if?
[Chorus]


[Havoc]
Yo
Believe me dog there's more than
@@#!in' and squeezin' and

Afterward that ^!$$% still be breathin' and
Who gonna snitch if you lucky to leave it then
For a reward ^!$$% just might turn you in
I take it further and I might just murder him
That mouthpiece all together

I'm curbin' him
It's very clear and there's nothin' to blur my lens
It's very real
Ain't got no time to pretend

[Prodigy]

Yo
Feelin' it thugs
I dump a magazine on you dunn
I'll run up on you ^!$$%s with the ?master? glove
Dunn there's nothin' for me to snap and get on tilt
I know it's nothin' for you
The pain to have me killed

I respect the laws of war and love
I live by them %#@!s
Y'all ^!$$%s not ready for this
You not knowin' how you about to get your head crushed
Spray it dunn
Straight out
%#@! it when them guns come out


[Chorus x2]

[Ron Isley singing]

[Woman singing x6]
We've got to learn to swallow our pride

It's hard just to let things ride
Maybe one day things will change
As of right now let me show you something