[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin
Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin
Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
It stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous
I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight man brawl three men fall
Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall
Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail
Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill
An eye for an eye you know my science of life
Is you man or mice, thugs or the cowardly type?
I kick the 98 sh** for your ears to list
n***a P way ahead of his time, so past kids
(What's the kids be doin' yo)
Kickin' rhymes that's true lies
Let me break 'em down to size minimize they air time
After this you never will go back to that which
Sit back an' write half a** sh**
The last official taking out the artificial
Let me relieve you replace that sh** with some lethal
Mobb, remember the name it's been along
That n***a's shook to d**h from the first f**in song
Fluidly my mind flooded with j**els infinite
The kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live sh**
Bear witness to this diligent street cat
I carry myself hold myself down in fact
This one dedicated to my n***as on run
Holdin big gats go for your gun
Prepare to crush them we trust none
Man who ain't down with the clan
The Mobb dynasty apparantly you thought I was some other type
n***a you could f** with you sh** outta luck
Boss I break your compa** throw you way off course
We buildin from ground up startin from ground zero
Mafia on da see the name upon the mirror
Durable physically fit raps articulate
You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous
Still facinated by my ste
Little P wanna be me, huh you no D
[Hook: Havoc]
One time son you know we be the illest in this
Push the sh** back, QBC gat, plottin to move back
The big mouth cat ship'll sink to the bottom
Easily overthrowin n***as, rollin over n***as
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Yo crushed krills, dollar bills, swish suit on
Screw on, dry-cell n***a with his loot on
Watch this, gun Glock less, fiends scopin out my rock sh**
Diamond on some H&R Block sh**
Hear me, kids leary and his sneakers are shot
Word to me Dunn, the uniform do mean a lot
I approach lit up cousin sit up matter of fact get up
What fuss on the bottom face slit up
Yeah where you from I'm from here
You know Brina and Javier, and Little Life doin thirty years
an*lyzin this wise guy a look alike first prize guy
Lit up the thai said right!
Emotionally playin him close like I'm suppossed to be
Somethin spoke to me, it was this little n***a pokin me
I heard sirens now turn around about to hit em
Son was p-o nine with the emblem
Grabbed my goose down the walkie-talkie
Foul I'm loose now shot went off knocked the juice down
It ricocheted and hit a GS now here comes EMS, Dunn was leanin near a ZX
Next time sh**'s parental, God slap fire out yer mental
Jet in a boat with rims to mental
[Hook x2]