(Havoc)
Aiyyo P man, it's that sh**!
That real sh**! That's comin back around
And we've been on it.. for a long time now!
You know who started this sh**
So you know who gon' finish it..
Yo, I don't give a f** who lookin or starin at me
Get your gulliest n***a, f** it and send him at me
I got the recipe to make paper, they wanna clap me
Misery love company and they see we happy
They even dap me but I see right through the bullsh**
Word to the tally hope my hammer clap, more than a lil' bit
You f**in with lil' b**hes I'm f**in with grown women
And f** if they golddiggin, as long as I'm hittin
they gets nathan, afraid not for penetration
A little tongue and some co*k, they say I'm nasty
But I only freak with my main shorty
Thought she had me handled cause she tattooed my name
I see you n***az schemin my n***az I see you comin
You lookin at a n***a whose stomach is used to touchin
What's really good with you homey, you think you know me
That's a problem, they say at the top, it get lonely
I clap the chromey, you n***az beter step lively
They say life's a b**h, but don't remind me
(Chorus: repeat 2X)
f** waitin for you to make a move - clap first
I gotta do it my n***a win or lose - clap first
When these slugs hit you 'member they was meant for you - clap first
Ain't nobody on this earth invincible - clap first
(Prodigy)
Yea yea yea yea, aiyyo
I pledge allegiance to our flag, may no man put asunder
Gun in my pants, make my sh** sag
Tougher(?) letters on my hand, spells what I stand for
Flip on you and your mans, for speakin on my thugs
Hop out the trenches on n***az, they runnin from us
P hoppin fences and benches, avoidin them slugs
Real slow when they back out, you co*kin sh** back
I got one in the head and I'm turnin ya hats
Then I spit what I want you to know with these raps
Albums sellin like d**, we gettin it back
Bodies wrapped in Versace quilts, home invasions
b**h-a** n***az is found in the basements
Smoke with the family, and spill drinks for our dead
Drive in the backseat, f**ed up your lady head
Rolled back up the window, and then we slid
As I roll what's left of this, triangle bag man
(See, that's what the f** I'm talkin bout)
(n***az can't fu*k with us!)
(Chorus)