[Verse 1: Prodigy]
I'm P.K.A., the one and only Infamous soldier
I k** for Mobb Deep I
Rose through the ranks from the bottom
Now I got mad decorations, and medals of honor
War scars, I goes hard
Like I'm fresh out the joint
My home girl, in the hotel
You can't out rap me, I'm out your league
And you don't want no trouble, I cremate beef
At point blank range your brains will catch fire
My brain on another level think outside of
The little hip-hop box, I'm like a robot
I don't tire, I'm wired, I could do this forever
Like who, want, what?
They don't want nothin' done
They just fans, Got my whole collection
I make your chick head bop, She recognize real
Wish she hearing it, in High heels
[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]
I aim your block out
Feed a clip full to your homies
Animal habitat, pit bulls and parolees
Peel off on Jake Huds with my codies
Push it to the limit
Red line, f** the police
You know me, been O to the G
Since you was in them jeans
With the holes in the knee
Play blood sport, catch a bad one from your idol
Come and take my gun's charge and you go viral
Leave by example, Y'all n***as follow
Every DJ with us, And I don't know my motto (BAA!)
I talk more sh** of how it goes down
Cause yo' buzz is done, how the f** you gon' sell?
M.O.P.'s the Mobb, We deep, on the job, we creep
I'm talkin' 24/7 cause they starve the streets
This is ghetto gospel, right hand to Jesus
I'm the Apostle, Brownsville hostile
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We still do it like we supposed to
Street certified
Most of y'all switched up
But we preferred to ride
It's the real (BUKKA BUKKA BLAOW)
[Verse 3: Havoc]
It can never be over, we don't bury the hatch
Actin' like you didn't, you know it's better than that
M.O.P. and M.O.B now whats better than that?
This that leave a n***a leakin' on that club floor rap
Beat a n***a Kool-Aid purple out this b**h
n***a always tryna' show his a** around a b**h
I'm good money everywhere you cowards counterfeit
Don't let your a** write a check you can't cash in
Body bags on deck you get wrapped in
Them guns bustin' like sh** was goin' out of fashion
That N.Y.C. gritty n***a with a chimp
On my shoulder, first n***a say I'm hatin's gettin' hit
I'm the truth, truth heard 'em
Give a f**, I'm your burden
Least of your problems, f** around need a surgeon
Cause we here thirstin', if you there splurgin'
Show over, mother f**er pull the curtain
[Verse 4: Billy Danze]
Look how they play me on this playground, try to force me to leave
They tried to X me out, good thing I held it down
I was taught to believe it's best to exchange rounds
And to remain down until my remains is found
I face criticism because of a dangerous sound
A lot of under-handed sh** that never brought me down
I'm Billy Danze, I move freely through any town
I'm like a prophet, n***as see me and put it down
(Full responsibility when n***as O.D.) O.G.,
In the trauma room is because of me
Every n***a in possession of llama knows me
The n***a sittin' next to Obama know me
I'm in the street like street lights, never low key
M.O.P., M.O.B.B. is all the hood need
I don't get it through the pipe lines, Imma go see
I'm positioned between an icon and an O.G
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