Got out the airport, the Mobb pick me up in the truck   Jury junkie like fuck, I ain't scared to get stuck   So what's the deal poppy? You heard the feds almost got me   I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby      Negotiating like an Illuminati network   Don't catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connect   When I lost but back then was my fault   Now it's time to floss      Eye for an eye what's mine is yours   I need a suite with the flowers   Complementary at Trump Towers   Sit at the table we can build for hours      On gettin' riches, a cinch, take a glimpse   The World Is Yours written all over the blimps   Here's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginning   From [unverified] and prima, loads of women rockin' linen      I got a plan to blow the Hiroshima, Japan   Movin' niggas out tha hood and just divide 'em with fam   Ay yo, the bitches like G Money said to us, man   About the dick like the horse with the cowboy brand      Give it up fast, quick and not slow   Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough   Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit   QBC, nigga grab your click      Yeah son, I'm feelin' it, opposition want me dead, concealin' shit   Four gats got me livin', kid, rushin' through my pyramid   You secondary, go against the grain then you adversary   Had to bury niggas on my side, that snitch      Ran his mouth like a bitch, now he's layin' in a ditch   Daily dug for himself on his grave I had to piss   Scud missile never miss you   Hit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star rip through      You metal deeper, you ain't havin' it me either   It's drama, ain't got time for no breathers   Rapper Noyd make these niggas into believers      Huh, huh   Hey Noyd, what up this cat right here, man   Word up      The tough guy strong me, I guess he got plans to ruin me   He want ta do me slowly but surely I beat his fast ass a bit early   Grabbed the biased raid, the shit was curly   Put the drome to his dome let him know it's never early      You can slide before I snatch the heat from his side   Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes   He was surprised I snatched him up regulated his gat   And backed him up, stepped to the side, P blast em up      Hey yo, cannons are rough, you got strucked up, ya strokes slit   So rapper nigga playin' thug try to pro shit   (Yo, kill that nigga, man)   All I remember was I shot for his throat G   You see big guns and 3-D is haunting      It gets deep, fuckin' with these Chinese   Thai weed burnin' my hip from hot gats   Burnin' my lips from roach clips   Catch me on 40th and Bootlegger in the a.m.      These 'R-tape meridian' cats, insomniacs   Four in the mornin' we throwin' back some Cognac juice   Lettin' gats loose in the blue van blitz through   These kids too couldn't find the pistol      Ay yo, I got the Lexus, holdin' my necklace   I'm bent off some next shit, gasoline wick, a kerosene twist   Stumblin', place of my gun right, it's slipped down its caliber   Lookin' for chicks that he can stab now      Numbed up for my fiery cup, I held juice of sin's nectar   Saints found they youth   Mega-action, bitches all around ready to fuck   Big asses, you bought all the shit, pressin' ya luck      My pipe games like a night train top speed through ya warm piece   [Unverified] to say the least      Give up the pussy fast, quick and not slow   Not goin' to the cell if it ain't a freak show   Said you know Mobb Deep is plannin' this shit   QBC, niggas grab their click      Give it up fast, quick and not slow   Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough   Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit   QBC, nigga grab your click      (And that's how it go)   And that's it nigga   (If it ain't a freak show)   It ain't a freak show      Ya know what I'm sayin'?   (Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up)   Don't go   (You know the deal)   Rapper Noyd, rapper P, Nas, Havoc to the exit      Niggas we out, what up   (The Infamous)   It's over baby   (Fuck 9-6 to 9-7)   Tell the rest of the crew