What, what
Uh, uh
What, uh


What, yeah
Uh, yo

Yo, what
Yo, uh
Yo, uh


[Charli]
Say Mobb Deep, ^!$$%s go sorry

^!$$%s might rob me
See these ^!$$%s that go with car figures
Papers dial mine, clothes custom figure

Matchin' Jon Gotti to roll through customs ^!$$%
Roll the custom built %#@!, I bust them clips
^!$$%s trust my lips, while they suck they dicks

Plus the Kiss be the Long Goodnight
Murderous (*##$ be the wrong in spiked-typed
Price right, be that song, the right type

But only if Havoc and P spittin' wit' me
And they say they gon' see that C.B. nice wit' it
Hinnesy and Rimmy, and give me some ice wit' it

Shake down, ^!$$%s'll throw some dice in it
Put your Money on Chuck or in 9-9, you're $#&@ed
Try your luck, stress this red-head

I mix blood in my dye, like my faily ties

[Chorus: Havoc & Charli]

When you in the mix with this %#@!
Skin and bones, nothing but the fists
Do your hard beat, rapper lay a bid

Other dogs posted up over here

^!$$%s $#&@in' up, where my ^!$$%s at huh?

^!$$%s be frontin', where my ^!$$%s at what?
Yo they don't want it
This is live ^!$$% rap

Scared getta gat but if not, it's cool
Cause right here is where it's at


[Havoc]
Yo, when I foul out on lab mouse
One nut and I'm out

Ain't tryin' to stick around, let a ^!$$% catch me out of bound
Don't give a $#&@ about a rumor
Know how I get down

Let my man's do it, he gots to right to it
Known Jay come through the door, still like they "Who this?"
Don't got beef, but got ^!$$%s, serious ones

Make sure a ^!$$% here, plus lasted wars
And stay countin' all that cash when I'm $#&@in' wit' 'Un'
$#&@ around with my funds, got a bring a gun

Please don't make me have to puncture ya lungs

[Ty Nitty]

Cause we the ones rockin' 'em, the ones toppin' 'em
Gold bars unpredictable, like Mystikal and Shock and 'em
We heavenly like BIG, Pac and them

Mobb Deep and Charli Baltimore, who's coppin' 'em
Who's lockin' 'em, who's hotter then them
It's like a dice game and Crack Tito totterin' them


[Chorus]


[Prodigy]
Yo, all and together we gon' rush the front door
Get at them

They dumpin' our songs, so now it's on
Infamous, my ^!$$%s pop clips to this
And fight to it

^!$$%s respect it, it's like we magnetic
It's like the last thing you want is drama
Go at the girls, have a good time, don't make it a problem

While we pop bottles of Mo'
Burn down bottles of 'dro
Smack that $$# of models and ho's
Rappin', all ya'll some rag old bunnies
Ready to jump off

I'm on the side fondlin' this Marcy
Black Barbie doll, Q.B. (*##$es ready to brawl
Charli Baltimore payin' dues, got it 'em balled
At the bar slashin' (*##$es
Over some ^!$$%s

From a Wayne cell, we stuff back in '96
Spaid like... swallow the Gin, we musclin' in
Play ya par kid, don't be a talkative Marvin

[Chorus]