[havoc]      1-2, 1-2      [prodigy]      Yo, however do u want, however do you need p   My mobb bring it back to life, back to reality   You walk a fine line playin wit mine, the greatest story ever told in rhyme   We climax in ninety-five, wit demo raw raps is knives   To skin all y'all cats alive   Take your time don't rush the clock, infamous rock for good now   Pass like my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow   But assuring this, spoon-feeding these   Starvin ass heads catchin shakes, feenishly   I ball in this, word assortin this, probably recording this   Of course kids keepin they sights upon this   Exclusiveness, like some new type of kicks   We got them things fixed, passed the wrong man in my click   You get charged wit incense to kick that bullshhh   Welcome to the ledge of this whole shhh      Chorus [havoc]      Yo, we the men for the operation   You know the m-o, b-b's, warrior style, rare species   Catch us on your block , on your wide-screen tv's   From jones beach to over-seas from over there   It's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great grand cc's      [havoc]      Yo, for my qbc duns, it's all real hold it down   You bust yours, we bust ours and stand on firm ground   Pass the dutchie while i, handle the henny thinkin   You never catch me sleepin, stay on top of this properly   I know they watchin me, if not they probably waitin for a downfall   Scheming on my property, we got the remedy   Let em get a little cold, let em smell the tree smoke   Hit em where we blow and don't let nobody know   The snakes in the grass, you gotta watch where you move   Son, shots get loaded, don't ever run wit the crowd son   Stick and move, you hear me?    And that's the way we rock it, the only way to live   If you really think about it   Every move is humble wit precision, careful thought decisions   And my whole cli-tique the same vision   41st till I dearly depart, till then I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den   Sippin gin, while you shook cats just pretend to be something   That your not and that's not good my friend   On a personal, I ain't even feelin you cats   Don't even acknowledge the fact that you weak raps   We bust gats at, on the reg laughed at   Son you know we passed that, get em outta here, 'cause you could have that      [prodigy]      Four pounds, stumbled off grounds   Fire off many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the time   Your dogs was wives actin like girls, get feminine when handlin guns   You could run or take the window, son   Or feel this hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun   Without a fight son, we keep the house dope like ? pie fendis?    We twist and pop henny, gettin wet on the daily, and   Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully   Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught   A one to three degree from v-o-p and n-c-c-v   And send me up a hub to a state facilities   What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf   Or wait until my time served and get released   Cool, back on the streets I seen some old drama   I still hold heat to send your ass straight to trauma   These kids started to drilling like they ready and willing   I gave em exactly no time to switch feelings   Pulled out, to my man, look out   Commits to warfare, and rock these to sleep like this here   Seventy-two like as if I was back on the top   Hours of thinkin about how i'ma tip they ass up out the basket   Beligerant glass heads, I'm bashing   No knowledge of the man nor his action   Class now is session, "soldiers boys, today's aim is: never show your heat   And don't flame it"   You playin life, wit a man who lives by the sword   And dies naturally against all common laws   What, speed on and peed on      Chorus