(feat. Nature, Littles, The Jackal)

[Verse 1: Havoc]


41st side ^!$$%, them thirsty side ^!$$%s
number one pick, gutter litter, leavin' 'em bitter

how the $#&@ a ^!$$% figure he can come through this?
with no worry at all and ice on his wrist
plottin' to get it, poppn' them slugs

one in the mug, leave 'em in the morgue, keepin' it gangsta? we keepin'
it thug
makin' albums, washin' that dough made from narcotics

you know the mob brolic, gats we got it
like a (*##$ on her period, don't even wanna see you
unless you got what I need, and we sure not peoples

only ^!$$%s that I $#&@ wit' could hold what I bust wit'
a one minute ^!$$%, hit 'em like when I nut quick
got a bad $$# (*##$ that'll $#&@ your clique

ass so fat, make the illest ^!$$% dry snitch
it's time to stretch on these cats 'cause my dogs is restless
the number one sinner motha$#&@a, repent this.


[Chorus]


$#&@in' wit' us will leave you in a cardboard box
$#&@in' wit' us will leave you leakin', callin' the cops
with nothin' to bust? we'll leave you in a $#&@ed up spot

and you don't even wanna be that ^!$$% claimin' a spot.
[repeat]


[Verse 2: The Jackal]

Play stupid, 32 shots ^!$$%, looped it

64 troopers, Tim boots and Rugers
show and prover, Q.B. manuever
pure breed grower, flow gives brain tumors

holla at ya dog, movin' units
ain't ready for the onslaught
try to knock the Don off

not too much talk, ^!$$%s just pop off
got that feelin' inside, who willin' to ride?
aight here, take this Four-Five

cardboard box these ^!$$%s off sides
rap ^!$$% live, rap ^!$$%s alive
that ^!$$% high, gangsta stroll, stackin' to the sky

poppin' his collar ^!$$%, tossin' that dollar
act up, blood clot his throat, make it hard to swallow
used to pitch times holdin' trotters

now I pitch 16's with the culture power saga
you sorry, don't bother, Q.B. to Carter
Rucker, Nino, Goodfella, Godfather.


[Chorus x2]


[Verse 3: Littles]

Came home after 5, stood on my own two

I learned to seperate Men from Boys and crews
I toy with dudes, now I'm just annoyed with fools
I'm a pimp on a track with another Mans food

I refuse to be !@^%d by another Mans rules
It's a pimp and ho game, you gotta respect the business
but I only mob with thugs and gangsta ^!$$%s

it seems nowadays snitches get respect
ya'll don't know a real ^!$$% 'till he's layed to rest?
ya'll lucky I ain't come home chasin' necks

arms, legs, chests, blazin' tecks
'cause I love to snap, crackle, and pop them hammers
rock bandanas, cop wanna knock and jam us

watch and slam us, locked up, box and canners
'cause when I start lickin' all you ^!$$%s start snitchin'
(*##$in', little ^!$$%s start missin'

we provide ya'll with the truth and facts
ya'll don't wanna give me burn with these ruthless raps
%#@!, I'll bounce ya'll $$# straight off the tracks

plus I roll with gorillas and I'm true to cats.

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 4: Nature]


All I need is a kick and a snare, ya'll ^!$$%s scared
my name speaks for itself, it rains as soon as it hits the air
got a wicked stare, one eye crossed
in Queens fiends returnin' every gun I toss

every dun I corpse, my religion is none
I figured once I lay it out ^!$$%s 'll run
I could type it up e-mail
and give it to you, when you're done you're comin' back for a refill
grade A %#@!, like the taste of the haze and the dro

I rock the same Guess jeans five days in a row
see my Thirty-Six waist is now Thirty-Eight
quick to help a ^!$$% up to the pearly gates
makin' sure every other live ^!$$% heard of Nate
guaranteed to boost the murder rate

if it don't it will ^!$$%s, chill just give it some time
how much pain can a ^!$$% provide?
ya'll ^!$$%s rhyme