Extortion (feat. Method Man)

Yeah...

Time to let these **** know, son

**** don't even wanna motherfuckin' understand

KnowhatI'msayin? Time to hit 'em with the 3rd degree

Yeah, you know the QBC, here to drop a G

Yo...

Look into the eyes, True Lies, your whole click despise

Especially me, H-A-V-O-C

Don't want your chick, cuz she's burnin' third degree

Plus you snitchin', you ain't got no ties on me

I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond

Lyin' through your teeth, swearin' on your first born

Your word is weak, don't hold no weight in this

Hit you up quick, strictly shit that I'm livin' in

You walk a line that's thin, you religious? Well, you sin

Fuckin' with the Mobb, Infamous to the end

I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc

Red dot right at your face, so set sail or rock it

And kept drivin', pull off like the Indy 5G

In a four time Ford truck with Speed

Like the motion picture, this **** Gone With the Wind

My crime work, ninja style shit was did

And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from tracin'

Anything that lead to the source, you know the boss

Of the Mobb killin', is like an Unsolved Mystery

Puzzlin', nobody knows, it's all history

Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get thugly

Never fails, it's always somethin'

No rest, daily gotta rock my vest

I shoot at your best man, yeah, your MVP

He played the front line, got struck down immediately

I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps wind

Heavy load, my military hold ammunition

Far from animation, it's real live, you think not?

My crew, kings of New York who takin' your spot

I put the green light on your whole click, Island shit

Runnin' through the whole house wildin', extortin'

(Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit that up)

Extortion is the key, I got the key for extortion

Spend your fortune, dead your shorty like abortion

Take precaution, Infamous laws enforced in

You married to the Mobb, can't take it? Then divorce it

'Cause I ain't got no time for them domestic disputes

If you scared, get a dog, don't got a clique? Then recruit

You're weak troop, lost battalion in the mist

On your name I shit, take it like a man, you little bitch

I blaze yo' britches, P.L.O. extortion

You forcin'

The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you enter

This Shaolin representer, carry 36 deadly shits

You fuckin' with top contenders, official to the bone gristle

It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols

Remember me? Burn a **** to a 3rd degree

Don't act familiar, motherfuckers, you ain't heard of me

Just peep the stee and the rap, how it's supposed to be

Tap the pockets, bag the goods like a grocery, we food-shoppin'

On top of that we hip-hoppin', and don't stoppin'

Out-of-state drawers-droppin', the panty-raiders

Slide on ya like gators

Dug that stank bitch back out and then played her

But that ain't nothin'

Crossin' this dog walkin', native New York and

Shaolin' slang talkin', rap ****, Mr. Freeze, crowd shiver, what?

Young, black and don't give a fuck

If the next crew get the scissor...

(Extortion, extortion, give that up kid, extortion)

Bottom line, what the fuck you wanna do?

You eyin' me, at the same time I'm eyin' you, punk

Wanna pop the most junk

Be the same motherfucker with the most lumps

Chew on that shit

Punk faggot (Word up)

Burn his ass like a book of matches

Under pressure like fat bitches...