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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Havoc
Vocals
Steve Hackett
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Albert Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Havoc
Producer
Jonathan Williams
Mixing Engineer
Sheldon Guide
Additional Engineer
Steve Sola
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bring it to these **** son
Yeah, it's that war shit
It's that war shit
Coming through, coming through like what
[Verse 2]
Ay, and you know what done?
[Verse 3]
It makes you sick to hear the Mobb bang like this
Infamous for the world to hate or play this
Could give a fuck if you can't rock with this
My don's heads bop to this
We stand out like a tourist
And make more noise than them other rap ****
No gimmicks
Just pure adrenaline
Raw lyrics, incredible beats
Don't mean to rub it in
But your small time, beneath our feet
Straight ass cheeks, **** be asking
For ass whippings
Guns kick like pelle
My big shit be jumping like Jordan
Often lay a man down on the floor when it gets like that
I'm not blowing off rounds so you can hear sounds
[Verse 4]
So you can run back acting like you a vet
And swearing your dead
You survived some real shit
Now what's this? It's not going down like this
Ground that **** like punishment
Dumping out whole clips when we dumb out
Though I'd rather do music and chill the fuck out
Don, you bugged out, I'm tying to walk a peaceful route
But **** always got mouth till that piece come out
And **** always gonna think something sweet
Till when they least expect you bringing action exactly
[Verse 5]
It be the guns, money
Pussy, cars, drugs, jewels, clothes
Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress, the D's, N.Y.C.
I say, guns, money, pussy, cars, drugs, jewels, clothes
Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress, the D's, N.Y.C.
[Verse 6]
Feel the gat blow while your shit rips
My shit'll hit while you letting **** go
So you can lower the rest
That'll only put odds against any attempt
Any provoke uprise you ain't got it in you
First of all you too soft for fastball
Point game track y'all merk like a Jaguar, Nascar
The V out, buck 80 on your sonar
Hennesy spilling all over my radar
Stay charged **** getting amped off the Mobb shit
Have you wilding out on some club shit
Fit to make 'em dance at the same time
Stop and glance
Slap flames out the **** with the wrong idea
Young ****, young minds but that's quite contraire
Young ****, smart ****
Who started from the stairs, how dare?
You try to come around the way
In fear, like a **** that been there for years
Shout words that we live but don't play with it
'Cause when the shit go down you be like, they did it
[Verse 7]
It be the guns, money
Pussy, cars, drugs, jewels, clothes
Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress, the D's, N.Y.C.
I said, guns, money, pussy, cars, drugs, jewels, clothes
Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress, the D's, N.Y.C
[Verse 8]
Taste test this
Military shit
Bitches love this
They mans wanna dub this
Thugness, it ain't easy to find
Shit like mine, I'm a rare species
You're a dime a gross
That's a dozen heats at least
Keep silence the most
Regulate with the rest of my establishment
Blast out the pockets of coats
Make the cop boat, I back down your whole background, yo
Irons
Or permanent press, your clothes soaking
You feel the shots, pain every heartbeat throbbing
Don't get excited, you'll only make it worse fighting
Spent most of my nights graveyard shifting
Make burial grounds be that man grim reaper
With all pleasure
Lift his feet up
Pick your heat up
Let's do it like crematory
Make it hot, make the temperature rise like mercury
[Verse 9]
When I feel like getting bent, yo don't fuck what it done
I'm a drink away the pain until the brain get numb
Can't take all my dawgs getting lost in the fog
Never to return, I guess they heard God's call
And nature don't surprise me now
Prepare for the worst
And never believed in silver line clouds
Scrutinize crowds
My surroundings
Get suspect we start four pounding, shit
Picture me up in the mix
With the next man broke and it's on my dick
A good man of plenty but an enemy it was clear
I just be another problem that he feeling to fix
But I can't have that
Pull out, I try to grab that
Caught one **** like, we have that
[Verse 10]
It be the guns, money
Pussy, cars, drugs, jewels, clothes
Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress, the D's, N.Y.C.
I said, guns, money, pussy, cars, drugs, jewels, clothes
Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress, the D's, N.Y.C.
I said, guns, money, pussy, cars, drugs, jewels, clothes
Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress, the D's, N.Y.C.
Tonight we gon' end this party early
So let's get it right
Written by: A. Johnson, Kejuan Muchita