(Prodigy)
It go hip-hop on our block
Always lead to some fights and gun shots
n***as need to stop that bullsh** hop
Unless its really necessary to get hopped
You got a**hole pulling out busting on pounds
Just to hear the sound or to see the crowd bounce
n***as need to save that sh** for outside
Or take all that noise up the block dunn aiight un
Staying at the times you got to drug a man
But godamn, you f**ing up my p**y plan
f** it
Ya'll n***as never learn, so why should I concern
After the show I'll grab my click and the tires burn
Off to the next pavilion
The infamous men, women, and children
Stick together like dry ce-ment pieces
Our story go too long for rap lines
Too many of my n***as died on the front lines
The Mobb history go too deep for rhyme
Could you feel a pain in the trilogy of my regiment
Please do
We write these for you
With the hope that my words sink through
Like on the page how the ink do
Hey yo dunn check it
My every hour that pa**es
Is guaranteed packed
Cause the hour that's gone ain't never coming back
Im tired of wasted days
My eyes E&J glaze
Romp you tools flooded with smoke fumes
Make faster moves
My raps can't lose
Especially against you
How soon we forget n***as minds be getting absent
Not gone for a minute
Ya'll n***as trying to sh**
It's time for Pee to turn back on the light switch
And pull your f*ggot a** click out the darkness
Yo its QB, queer ba*tard we queens best
A quiet bullet will do yo a** justice
Why you stupid f** look at you now
I can't believe how these n***as now-a-days gets down
He just a clown from a foul part of town
Who barely blent in
He took my words on some personal sh**
He just self-conscience
Trying to flip on some desperate sh**
Don't be stupid
The mobb been through it
Don't be a follower and get yo a** led to the fire