Nyc, word up      Verse 1: prodigy, a.c.d.      M-o-b-b d-e-e-p, a.c.d. burn sometin   Let's get lifted, queens is you wit me   Niggas' shifty, I turn around, a kid tried to hit me   I back him down wit the 50-50   It had to been the thug in me, ya tunnel bang and come and get me   The first five hundred bitches free   He kid with the God jewel and let all my gods come thru   Live niggas on this side of the bar, you get smacked, boo   And fucked too, shit on me? well then, fuck you   Gone wit your high class ass if you want to   Outta state you be suckin me off and breakin off   Weed bitch stinks of stallion but my dick went soft   My mobb got in lock wit masterlock, het getcha locks picked   Run up in your spot, mask-n-glove shit   Queens niggas involved with thug shit, you get lumpded   Crank, we in the bathroom thumpin      To the three-time losers, alcohol abusers   Big money spenders and the ebineezer scroogers   Thugs holdin fort wit the sixteen shot rugers   The cream that I redeem will bring a lex and landcruiser   Dominant chapter, assassinin' the obsolete   And my mobb comes deep to put the wind beneath your feet   My heart's harder than concrete, and nervous streets   Be walked offbeat but still thugs carry heats   I get deeper than skin, paragraphs from within   Dear lord, my life is trife, please forgive for me sins   My kin stay my kin, ain't no room for extra friends   One love to my thugs up north in the pens   Be a prophet to raise, beat my speech on stage   Nemesis renegade, breakin down barricades   These days are gettin rough, 'nother brother handcuffed   Fallen victim to the gameis like style's corrupt      Chorus:      My crime niggas livin - street life   Them queen niggas livin - street life   My drug niggas livin - street life   My street niggas livin - street life   You thug niggas livin - street life   Nyc livin - street life   My mobb niggas livin - street life   What?       Verse 2: havoc, a.c.d.      For every rhyme I write, reality bites   My clique keeps shit rolled too tight   Regulate and know the rule   I gets some insight plus info, do stickers with my kickos   My .44 will burn that ass like goin raw with nymphos   So protect your lifestyle, rock your vest   Or get your teflon put to the motherfuckin test   State pen put on points, son you know   Stay on the low, got the back, oh-no-no   When I'm on a dough blow, got ta guard you now   Kid, you wanna get foul, so now I gotta put that ass back on profile   Change your character, you ain't got stamina   Nigga get that dough, I ain't mad at'cha   The infamous handle business, gonna make mines   Forever, son, kid you heard it thru the grapevine      To my royal thug commitees and outlaws that live the life of frank nitty   The big city mobster, the c-to-d ? ? ? ? has made the   God unholy, skies forever watch me   The prophecy, another chapter, there's no stoppin me   Propagation, my life story is far from fiction   Cos at one time, the .44 bullets took the world, bring sparks and friction   I anaylse this 'erb so I roll with trife characters   The hardest for the world to cap, and shiner like a   Full carat diamond with perfect designin   Philly's and 9 mili's and coupe de villey's forever reclinin   To the shoot, physicals in this paradox   The world is hot and my plot is to receive grands and yachts   Until then I be a trife individual, dwellin in these days   Scorch from the deeez plus the sun's rays   Dead president dreams and million dollar schemes   Killer queens, the land of cream fiends   A.c.d. the world terrorist   Stainless rugers for the intruders and my cipher's infamous   Thru new york and worldwide, we penetrate your inside   *? diamond did? * drama, son, and 9 clips so prepare fro heaven's ride      Chorus:      A.c.d. livin - street life   My ice niggas livin - street life   Them jewel rockin niggas livin - street life   Them crack niggas livin - street life   Them coke-sellin niggas livin - street life   Word, nyc livin - street life   My man l.e.s. livin - street life   The whole queensbridge livin - street life   Word up son, we're livin - street life      Knowi'msayin? word up, a.c.d., mobb deep in the motherfuckin....   Yo yo, uhhh   Hold me down, son (no doubt, son)   Back em down, son (I got'cha back, son)