[Intro:]      Yeah...   Time to let these niggaz know Son   Niggaz don't even wanna motherfuckin understand   KnowhatI'msayin? Time to hit em with the third degree   Yeah you know the QBC, here to drop a G   Yo...      [Verse One: Havoc, Prodigy]      Look into the eyes, True Lies, your whole click despise   Especially me, H-A-V-O-C   Don't want your chick, 'cause 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)      [Verse Two: Havoc, Method]      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..