(feat. Vita, Big Noyd)

[Havoc:]

It be a buck-fifty
Your chance of runnin'
Is infinte

Slugs that leave ^!$$%s drugged
Like a chick slip the Mickey
I'm so on the low

It'd take a Navy SEAL
To get me
When I surface

If not chips to Benz
Is the purpose
On your team

I'll pull the curtain
A beautiful hurtin'
Till my eyes see the blood

That mean the creep start workin'
^!$$%s never learnin' that
They eyes keep lurkin'

Have ya janitor
Pumpin' your [X5] merkin
Skid marks the street

Your heart skips a beat
Beef? ^!$$% overcook that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is

In between the blink
My life story was
Written in blood, permenant ink

Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em
Gotta think like that 'cause
Forever I be needin' 'em

Plan flawless, mistakes
Never repeatin' 'em
Some love, some hate me

B****es in the head beatin' 'em
(So)
^!$$%s wanna ride

By the crib all slow
(Oh)
We clap mother$#&@er

Want a real rap show?
Fiends are rushin'
When the mack blow

Dead in my castle
And in the blink watch
How quick life pass you

[CHORUS:]
[Vita:]
What's wrong

With mother$#&@ers
When will the ever learn
Keep playin' with that fire

And that as* is gettin' burned
$#&@in' with semi-autos
One foot is in the grave

We givin' all of y'all
Somethin' to be afraid of
[Repeat]


[Big Noyd:]
Lemme tell you

How it's goin' down
It's on now
^!$$%s used to love me

Now they wanna hate me now
I'm that same ^!$$%
With the tech

Holdin' the spot down
Except I'm pushin' a Lex
Lettin' the top down

But wait, you don't think
I live a pop life now
That's hate, you could

Get popped right now
Me don't play, I keep
A gun around my way
'Cause I'm a $#&@in' drama king
Like my ^!$$% Kayslay

Sex, drugs, money
And murder all day
It's rules, guidlines
And codes, we obey
Don't even trip, IMD

It's that I claim
Infamous Mobb Deep ^!$$%
Ready to bang
^!$$% don't think sh*t stink
Then sh*t hit the fans

So I don't slip, I'ma sh*t
With my gun in my hand
It's a thug thing y'all ^!$$%s
Wouldn't understand and
Y'all keep guns

We keep our sh*t bangin'

[Repeat chorus]

[Prodigy:]
You a b****-as* ^!$$%

I had you kill't
All they had was your
Picture at the funeral
No casket
You b*stards be missin'
My jewels, my whip
My rims we b****in'

My guns be the heat
That'll make you blister
My mens, my Timbs'll
Stomp you ^!$$%s
No sh*t, no clip
Don't $#&@ with us
It's no problem, I bring it

To the best of them
From the old to the new
And the rest of them
No love, just slugs
For ya body dunn
Just pain, just sufferin'
And worst then that

You let me
Get my hands on you
So I'm takin' advantage
And that sh*t that you pulled
Ain't do me no damage
You don't know me
But we 'bout

To change that sh*t
Wrap that ^!$$% up
Like a package
$#&@ all them ^!$$%
Buck all them !@$)gots

[Repeat chorus twice]


[Vita:]
Yeah, QB
(Yeah)
Mobb Deep, dola
It's goin' down
We're takin' over
Vita, gettin' this dough
We don't call it
Murder for nothin'
(Murda, murda, murda)
I'll send you on
Prodigy, Big Noyd, Havoc
Yeah, y'all see us
It ain't a game, yeah
Oh, come on, yeah
You see us