Mario Rodriguez - Extortion lyrics

[Produced by Havoc] [Intro] Yeah... Time to let these n***as know Son n***as don't even wanna motherf**in understand KnowhatI'msayin? Time to hit em with the third degree Yeah you know the QBC, here to drop a G Yo... [Verse 1: Havoc] Look into the eyes, True Lies, your whole click despise Especially me, H-A-V-O-C Don't want your chick, cuz she's burning third degree Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no ties on me I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond Lying through your teeth swearing on your first born Your word is weak, don't hold no weight in this Hit you up quick strictly sh** that I'm livin in You walk a line that's thin, you religious well you sin f**in with the Mobb, Infamous to the end [Verse 2: Prodigy] I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc Red dot right at your face, so set sail or rock it And kept drivin, pull off like the Indy 5 G In a four time Ford truck with Speed Like the motion picture, this n***a Gone With the Wind My crime work, ninja style sh** was did And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from tracing Anything that lead to the source, you know the boss Of the Mobb k**ing, is like an Unsolved Mystery Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all history Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get thugly Never fails it's always something No rest, daily gotta rock my vest I shoot at your best man yeah your MVP He played the front line got struck down immediately I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps wind Heavy load my military hold ammunition Far from animation, it's real live, you think not My crew, kings of New York, who taking your spot I put the green light on, your whole click, Island sh** Running through the whole house wilding, extorting (Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit that up) [Verse 3: Havoc] Extortion is the key I got the key for extortion Spend your fortune, dead your shorty like abortion Take precaution, Infamous laws enforced in You married to the Mobb, kid take it then divorce it Cause I ain't got no time for them domestic disputes If you scared get a dog don't got a clique then recruit You're weak troop, lost battalion in the mist On your name I sh**, take it like a man you little b**h [Verse 4: Method Man] I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you enter This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly sh**s You f**in with, top contenders Official to the bone gristle It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols Remember me, burn a n***a to a third degree Don't act familiar motherf**ers you ain't heard of me Just peep the stee and the rap how it's supposed to be Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we food-shoppin On top of that we hip-hoppin, and don't stoppin Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the panty-raiders Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank b**h back out And then played her, but that ain't nothin Crossin this dog walkin, native New York and Shaolin slang talkin, rap n***a Mr. Freeze crowd shiver What? Young, black, and don't give a f** If the next crew get the scissor... (Extortion, extortion, give that up kid, extortion) Bottom line, what the f** you wanna do You eyin me, at the same time I'm eyin you, punk Wanna pop the most junk Be the same motherf**er with the most lumps Chew on that sh** Punk f*ggot (word up) Burn his a** like a book of matches [Yeah, that's just about it] Under pressure like fat b**hes...