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[Havoc]
Sometimes I wish I had three different faces
I'm going to court for three cases in three places
One in Queens Manhattan one in Brooklyn
The way things is looking I'm 'ma see central bookings
Facing 3 3 to 9 is mad time
After reconcurrence for assault 2 9
I gotta maintain 'cause stress on the brain
Can lead to a mothefucka suicide thing
And plus my provation a ill violation
How the fuck did I get in this tight situation?
I'm going all out you know moves I never fake
And fuck the jake digger catch me at my way
And if I did burn a bag of blade
Put the light in the air sometimes I just don't care

[Prodigy]
Son I got plans, power movements, get on some real shit
I keep living like this I might loose it
My man is coming home from doing long ass bids
What up Kiko? I ain't seen your ass since we was kids
It's all strange my nigga's locked down thinking long range
And see their names in the Daily news third page
They sent a kite to my nigga Killa
It only took one sword to put seven holes in his squila
A 3 to 9 spending most of his time inside the bin
Reclined, and still came home with a shine
[Havoc]    Sometimes I wish I had three different faces    I'm going to court for three cases in three places    One in Queens Manhattan one in Brooklyn    The way things is looking I'm 'ma see central bookings    Facing 3 3 to 9 is mad time    After reconcurrence for assault 2 9    I gotta maintain 'cause stress on the brain    Can lead to a mothefucka suicide thing    And plus my provation a ill violation    How the fuck did I get in this tight situation?    I'm going all out you know moves I never fake    And fuck the jake digger catch me at my way    And if I did burn a bag of blade    Put the light in the air sometimes I just don't care       [Prodigy]    Son I got plans, power movements, get on some real shit    I keep living like this I might loose it    My man is coming home from doing long ass bids    What up Kiko? I ain't seen your ass since we was kids    It's all strange my nigga's locked down thinking long range    And see their names in the Daily news third page    They sent a kite to my nigga Killa    It only took one sword to put seven holes in his squila    A 3 to 9 spending most of his time inside the bin    Reclined, and still came home with a shine