Yeah, time to let these niggaz know, son   Niggaz don't even wanna motherfuckin' understand   Know what I'm sayin'? Time to hit 'em with the third degree   Yeah, you know the QBC here to drop a G, yo      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, go hold a wake in this   Hit you up quick strictly shit that I'm livin' in   You walk a line that's thin, you religious, well you sin   Fuckin' with the Mobb, Infamous to the end      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 nigga 'Gone with the wind'   My crime work, ninja style shit 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 killing is like an 'Unsolved mystery'   Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all history   Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get lovely   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   When heavy load my military hold ammunition      Far from animation, it's real live, you think not   My crew, changing New York, who taking your spot   I put the green light on your whole click, Island shit   Running through the hoe-house wilding, extorting      Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit that up      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 click then recruit   You're weak troop, lost the tan in the mist   On your name my shit, take it like a man you little bitch      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 shits   You fuckin' with, top contenders      Official to the bone gristle   It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols   Remember me, burn a nigga to a third degree   Don't act familiar, motherfuckers 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 bitch back out   And then played her but that ain't nothin', crossin' this dog walkin'   Native New York and Shaolin slang talkin', rap nigga   Mr. Freeze crowd shiver, What? Young, black and don't give a fuck   If the next crew get the scissor      Extortion, extortion, give that up kid, extortion      Bottom line, what the fuck you wanna do?   You eyin' me, at the same time I'm eyin' you, punk   Wanna pop the most junk   Be the same motherfucker with the most lumps      Chew on that shit, punk faggot   (Word up)   Burn his ass like a book of matches   (Yeah, that's just about it)   Under pressure like fat bitches