(feat. Tony Yayo)

[Havoc]

We get that paper baby boy, it's easy
You want to be who? You can't be me
Shorty gave me that $$# on GP

Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open
And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon
But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloon

And there ain't that much room for all us
Limited space, the game like a tour bus
I won't break, I just take, take and take

Rape and rape, the game til there's no more cake
Snitch $$# ^!$$%z givin' up identities
Ain't my fort© makin' pennies

They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's
Like ??, leavin' nowhere to be found but buried
The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me

Stop schemin' on me baby, it ain't that easy
^!$$%z leave prints cause their palms so greasy
Their mind read easy, I see right through 'em

The AK'll do em, like nobody ?? 'em
Stop, it's best that you keep it movin', you'll get shot


[Hook: Havoc - 2X]
We ain't lickin' ^!$$%z, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the $#&@ out of here

Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click


[Tony Yayo]
It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin' like a lightning bolt

I'm in that two-door Range Stormer
My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus
I need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion

Six hundred ki's, that's fifty-one million
Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones
Since the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phone

Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload

I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago
My connect is a Cuban named Flaco
With my aim, you a human taco

Meetin' shells, yo the feds tryin' to peep our sales
My daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah


[Hook: Havoc - 2X]

[Prodigy]

You see me rollin', Mack-10 showin' out the window
When you catchin' me shootin' out the coup, then switch your lane
You don't want me creepin' two miles an hour, with my seat low

Cause I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain
It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous $$# punk
One, two, three hundred shots

Fittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the block
Old people, the pets and the kids
Whoever in the way, them strays gon' hit

And we don't give a $#&@ about the police ^!$$%
This ain't Manhattan, this Queens ^!$$%
We're immune to the violence, it's nothin' to me

$#&@ 'em - they don't give a $#&@ about P
If they could kill me, believe me, they would
That's why I set it off, and I get 'em real good

When them street, lights, come on ^!$$%
You best, have, your gun on ^!$$%
Cause tonight we ride (Growl) and you die (Growl)

As soon as I walk up, or drive-by

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]