(Get me)   Uh huh   (They pretty)   Uh huh   (Wit me)   Uh huh   (It's crispy)   Yeah   Whoo! Uh huh, uh huh, yo      Y'all just blowin' smoke, fan in the fire   Your wife is gettin' curious homie you better hide her   Keep it gully baby boy, share that   Easy when you see me, I don't like to get stared at   Niggaz only mad 'cause they asses can't rap   Soup the cowards up, if you want, get your man clapped   Yeah, sealed signed delivered, Anthrax   You got a thousand niggaz I'll do numbers with half that      Catch me whylin' out with a mami in Club Black   Enough on the wheels make me feel like the tunnel packed   Yeah, if it's something I'm feelin you runnin' that   And we don't let a thing slide baby, what's up with that?   Talk on the jack like feds, got the phone tapped   Havoc make tracks, didn't know, just hold that   Career ain't goin so well, I got that   Slide you some hot shit, nigga it's a wrap      See the cats in the whips wanna   (Get me)   But I got the pounds and them 9's   (They pretty)   See me on the streets, them gorillas they   (Wit me)   Bills in the pockets, know them things is   (Crispy)   Yeah, you all niggaz pussy son   Y'all not known for bustin' them guns   So for the 9, I got beef for days   Y'all want it wit us, don't get carried away   Call the coroner      Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I talk to him   I'm hungry, niggaz is eatin' four pounds, I walk through them   Either you shook or your 9 spray   You got a row of sixteen and a clip, one in the head around my way   Fuck with my money you be shot the fuck up   The name Littles got the streets locked the fuck up   Dumped off the bridge, body mopped the fuck up   When them Mobb Deep boys creep or pop the fuck up      There ain't a nigga that can cramp my style   15 get money, livin' frozen out   You cowards softer than a bitch, get a baby wipe   Before I show you what the 9 or three-eighty like   Want beef motherfucker come and get me   All this rap in the booth, or whassup in the street   Not a nickel get sold in the park 'less I eat   Think different the mac'll spin you like the G-Unit piece      See the cats in the whips wanna   (Get me)   But I got the pounds and them 9's   (They pretty)   See me on the streets, them gorillas they   (Wit me)   Bills in the pockets, know them things is   (Crispy)      Aiyyo, hey, hey   Look I walk around with my pound in a glass   Puffin' my haze, missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash   How I roll? Why would you ask?   Know I'm swingin' my piece, pocket full of G's, gun in the stash   I know you all roll with the boys with the badge   That's why when you kick that gangsta rap, homie I just laugh   From the ave, where snitches get blast   They say,"No Noyd, you won't blow makin' songs like that"      I say ,"Homie you sell your soul to glitter, it don't last"   I don't get no bigger, I'ma keep it realer to death   Fuck is a check if you ain't bustin' a tec   Nigga we countin' the scrilla with the gun on the deck   Countin' the gang that snaps, think how many straps and vests   We flash the pound around and knuckle down the rest   We hate the e-mails and the phones, the spots get blown   It's deep, we can't even speak in certain rooms      See the cats in the whips wanna   (Get me)   But I got the pounds and them 9's   (They pretty)   See me on the streets, them gorillas they   (Wit me)   Bills in the pockets, know them things is   (Crispy)   Yeah, you all niggaz pussy son   Y'all not known for bustin' them guns   So for the 9, I got beef for days   Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away   Call the coroner      I'm tellin you it's somethin' about them Mobb Deep boys, they no joke   They blood-thirsty for that rap music yo   It's not a song, it's a goddamn bomb fittin' to blow   They not a group, they a motherfuckin' gang for sho'   More than a gang, we more like a troop and oh   Let's not forget to mention our jewels is whoa   All our guns get blown, all my fools is loc   Everytime we drop a new one the streets gon' go      Straight berserk, cause we don't play with that there   They know it's safe to spend they money over here   Everytime they cop from somebody else, the shit wack   That shit there is doo-doo, the shit here is crack   Get them all higher than Scotty could ever beam them   They know it's safe to spend they doe over here   Fuck that new shit, they high wear off too fast   Them niggaz got garbage, this is that smack      See the cats in the whips wanna   (Get me)   But I got the pounds and them 9's   (They pretty)   See me on the streets, them gorillas they   (Wit me)   Bills in the pockets, know them things is   (Crispy)   Yeah, you all niggaz pussy son   Y'all not known for bustin' them guns   So for the 9, I got beef for days   Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away   Call the coroner