Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Vocals
Havoc
Vocals
Prodigy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Havoc
Producer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mixing Engineer
Nas
Executive Producer
Stoute
Executive Producer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Trackmasters
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I shot the motherfucker back
Right out the ass, son
For **** don't know how to act
What the deal, son?
I shot the motherfucker back
No doubt, son
For **** don't know how to act
[Verse 2]
Yo NYC, you and I verse seriously
Havoc and P, queens ****, so it seem to be
Monopolize strategies of war, exercise mega
Got word back from Noriega
The D.A. got video cassette taper
The guard with the guards, you now pulling a caper
Running up in the spot, mask and duct taped up
Pig tied, they motherfucking wrists to they ankles
I been through, crime shit my **** into
Peep the issue situation like this, we sticking him too
JFK on our way to L.A
Got links with big cats down to Santa Barbara
My crew do it the mob way, everyday
Crime pay, who wanted gun play? Drill me
**** kill me, grilling me, you want to look?
Peep the nine-milli, now undress, you now the drill-y
**** suspect, weak links pose threats, I have yet
To met challenger who go against my set
Gem stars, razor sharp like Gillette, shaving closely on
Any character approach me
I let the streets get the best of me, infamy, my destiny
While cat burglars tryna sneak peek the recipe
Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet
You pay about 5000 a plate
[Verse 3]
No doubt kid, I hit them **** like a bid
The prosecutor, running up in your crib
Do your dirt, I do my dirt all by my lonely
It's only me and the gat that's holding me
We got it locked beyond measure, your click's under pressure
Extort you for your treasure, smack you with the undresser
Represent your click, go ahead, get that ass whipped
Floating in the river with your body wrapped in plastic
Wannabe thug, get smacked for back talking
QB represent, fuck that, it can happen
While you rapping, I'm busy trying to sneak the gat in
Could tear men, cut the party while you jamming
We think smarter, reach harder, got the .44
Bodyguard of something you don't want a part of
If I was you, then I would do what I have to
But you ain't me, you hesitated so I clapped you
Then stepped off casually, naturally me
[Verse 4]
**** thinking shit sweet, I carry big heat
Wavy hair chipped teeth, up in this bitch deep
Queens murder clicks meet, yellow tapes on black gates
Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait
I escape into zones, that's irregular
Why debate on a phone? I'm solar cellular
Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world
Where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist
Deep throats, they try to swallow this
Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists
I preserve in my dome, **** mics is full of silicone
Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life
I put my word on it
Now you can sleep on or rock a swerve on it
Nas's menage a trois' just on Mount every lodges
We like a smooth fam', but rougher than how DeBarge is
Catching charges,of marksmen, living heartless
Grab a cartridge, cock my shit on some mob shit
We mobbing, putting **** in mausoleums
From Queens Cross the Throsnic, heads bop, I see 'em
[Verse 5]
For **** don't know how to act
To all my **** on the block slanging crack
Rest in peace to my **** laying on they back
To all the **** who bust gats (Live **** rap)
[Verse 6]
For **** don't know how to act
To all my **** on the block slanging crack
Rest in peace to my **** laying on they back
To all the **** who bust gats
(If you's alive, ****)
Written by: Albert Johnson, Kejuan Muchita, Nasir Jones