[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 ya'll 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, cuz 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