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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Havoc
Havoc
Vocals
Prodigy
Prodigy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Johnson
Albert Johnson
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mobb Deep
Mobb Deep
Producer
Leon Zervos
Leon Zervos
Mastering Engineer
Mario Rodriguez
Mario Rodriguez
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

C'mon, God, uh, you know what we gotta do, son You know what I'm sayin'? Word up (them millions, fam) Make that millions, fam No doubt It's only there for the taking, son (take it all, baby) Matter fact, let me get some of that beer, son Niggas drunk all that shit (ayo) 41st Side convention, Queens connection The Bridge we reppin' any party that we step in Get the Henny up, VSOP immediately Extra bent, wildin' out, son, is evident We stash cream, mansions fulfill my dream Ice rings gleam, spread love throughout the whole team Dominate the game, let's have a rule, combinations No conversation, bring on your good confrontation You hesitatin', ass bettin', that's bad business For the game, nigga, get out the business You waste of space, substitute, here's a replace We deface, smack the smile off your fuckin' face Taint the taste, send you home back to vacate Get your shit together plus your mind straight Yo, my empire strikes with the strength of poisonous snakes My entire unit loaded up with snake niggas that hire stakes We pull off at high stakes Great escapes, expand, shift team downstate Dreams of growing old with my son to live great Little man, I'm plannin' to enhance your mindstate The rebirth, a nigga who lived an ill life The one before me was a one even more trife My understandin', I'll raise you with precise plannin' And put you on to the whole game of this planet But I gotta survive in order to follow through Plans to live lotto, me and my little kicko Any man tryna stop us, he get wet, though You couldn't withstand the snake bite, there is no antidote You put your hands too close and try to approach I won't snap at you, I'm goin' for throats And when you feel my bite, you sing high notes I peeped you from deep and then you got cut close My formulae, I live life do or die Stare into the eyes of a deep wise guy Prodigy, turnin' niggas to protégés My protégé, I advise your ass to make way, make way For fully-auto gun spray You're small prey, I'll easily bait and trap game This man is half mad scientist, half sane Create a rhyme labyrinth like poisonous cannabis Here, take a toke of this deadly rare vocalist Overpower y'all, tiny noise like locusts Like sunlight through a magnifying glass, I'll focus and burn A hole straight through your brain and leave you open (oh, shit) And let the venom soak in You start sweatin' and goin' through convulsions from dope shit, I writ Leavin' niggas stuck, I let stick Trapped up in a web of a nigga that's sick I'll wrap you up, a cocoon, get caught up in the midst A dangerous, it's risky business fuckin' with this Contender number one, I put you on top of the list You're the best challenger so far, I'll give you this But peep this (what?), fatal shots to solar plex Man down, now who dares to go next? Like General Monk Monk, orders to chop necks I send a message to my whole clique to bomb shit Atomic, no time for calm shit We hyperactive when it's time to Vietnam it Your whole alliance gets singlehandedly bombed Take heed to the apostle's warning Word up
Writer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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