Miggity microphone master, funky rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, and we the n***** making paper
Miggity microphone master, yeah about to get live
Striggity straight from the sewer and the 41st side
Verse One: Prodigy
The Infamous Mobb and Das now listen
Stick you for the only pot you got to p*** in
Rapping school, keep the key in the ignition
When we get back n****, we shine and glisten
Your seven do his thing with percision
No time for broke living, I'm trying to see addition
Food to fill my kitchen
So f***** kids snitch and give info
Do a drive by in a stolen black Pinto
With tinted windows, bullets will flury through your system
Your man ran looking for him because he missed him
But catch him on the rebound but see now
We trying to get this money and you trying to stop me
What's it gonna be now?
You stand up to my crew and get laid down
On the ground with the big four pound, he hear the sound
On the other side of town, where caps get peeled
Break you off love love, give you something to feel
Das Efx, Mobb Deep, n***** holding it down
Run and flex ask MC's jawin' ? ?
Eager to please rap n***** get back smacked with pist-als
Forced to exile, back in the Nile
Verse Two: Dray
Well now ease up selector, I bring it on again
This is for all my n***** doing time up in the f****** pen
How y'all been? I can't forget my n***** who got left back, F that
And all my honeys chilling out in Lefrak
Sent this, we gets busy with no followers
Stomp you then you throw the towel up, make you roll the Owl up
n***** mount up, it's the Infamous with the Sewer
Go to Queens and get my weed for one cent and got a brew, uh
Check one two ah, blew ya, out the box like Stella
Coming from the under with the thunder like Shelly
Really, we coming deep just like the Mobb
n****, rhyming is my job but you can wind up getting robbed
Anyway, in a day, or night it don't matter
It's me, that n**** P, Havoc and the Jibba Jabba-
Jaw, we bring it raw without a doubt
It's the Infamous and Das Efx here to turn it out
Chorus x2
Verse Three: Havoc
Ayo what you gonna do with that black deuce deuce?
Hit you up, take the cash, and slug through the roof
Taking yours to survive, it's all a matter of time
I'm s*****ing, living grimey, running never look back
The root of evil got me acting like that
Life ain't a game, the streets is mortal combat
I wasn't blessed with the silver spoon
Since my born I was doomed to find to one room
Now you's a customer, copping for natural born hustlers
That's what he thought, son, stupid kid you get extorted
Stop smiling, be still don't nothing move but the money
The Infamous gat clappers and mic masters
Verse Four: s*****
Well f*** around and I'm a higgity hit ya with hickory diculous
Sick a n***** style, twisted off the liquor, b****
I'll figure it's the Books, iggity off the hook
Holding s*** down son, we keeping n***** shook, look
I got it made like Florence, fatigue garments
My man slipped up and got bagged for three warrants
Oh my God, the squiggity squad in the place
With the Mobb, n***** can get robbed like Base
Taste the terror for the leather in the Beemer
The Olde E abuser, can't f*** with Zima
The non-pop singer from the land of rock slingers
Where s*** is hot and gunsmoke from n***** Glocks lingers
I rip s*** for fun so come one come all
MC's will get mad, burned like Jamal
Live in my television from the cellar to the attic
It's the Books, Krayz Drayz, Prodigy, and f****** Havoc and it don't stop
Chorus x4
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Miggity microphone master, and we the n***** making paper
Miggity microphone master, yeah about to get live
Striggity straight from the sewer and the 41st side
Verse One: Prodigy
The Infamous Mobb and Das now listen
Stick you for the only pot you got to p*** in
Rapping school, keep the key in the ignition
When we get back n****, we shine and glisten
Your seven do his thing with percision
No time for broke living, I'm trying to see addition
Food to fill my kitchen
So f***** kids snitch and give info
Do a drive by in a stolen black Pinto
With tinted windows, bullets will flury through your system
Your man ran looking for him because he missed him
But catch him on the rebound but see now
We trying to get this money and you trying to stop me
What's it gonna be now?
You stand up to my crew and get laid down
On the ground with the big four pound, he hear the sound
On the other side of town, where caps get peeled
Break you off love love, give you something to feel
Das Efx, Mobb Deep, n***** holding it down
Run and flex ask MC's jawin' ? ?
Eager to please rap n***** get back smacked with pist-als
Forced to exile, back in the Nile
Verse Two: Dray
Well now ease up selector, I bring it on again
This is for all my n***** doing time up in the f****** pen
How y'all been? I can't forget my n***** who got left back, F that
And all my honeys chilling out in Lefrak
Sent this, we gets busy with no followers
Stomp you then you throw the towel up, make you roll the Owl up
n***** mount up, it's the Infamous with the Sewer
Go to Queens and get my weed for one cent and got a brew, uh
Check one two ah, blew ya, out the box like Stella
Coming from the under with the thunder like Shelly
Really, we coming deep just like the Mobb
n****, rhyming is my job but you can wind up getting robbed
Anyway, in a day, or night it don't matter
It's me, that n**** P, Havoc and the Jibba Jabba-
Jaw, we bring it raw without a doubt
It's the Infamous and Das Efx here to turn it out
Chorus x2
Verse Three: Havoc
Ayo what you gonna do with that black deuce deuce?
Hit you up, take the cash, and slug through the roof
Taking yours to survive, it's all a matter of time
I'm s*****ing, living grimey, running never look back
The root of evil got me acting like that
Life ain't a game, the streets is mortal combat
I wasn't blessed with the silver spoon
Since my born I was doomed to find to one room
Now you's a customer, copping for natural born hustlers
That's what he thought, son, stupid kid you get extorted
Stop smiling, be still don't nothing move but the money
The Infamous gat clappers and mic masters
Verse Four: s*****
Well f*** around and I'm a higgity hit ya with hickory diculous
Sick a n***** style, twisted off the liquor, b****
I'll figure it's the Books, iggity off the hook
Holding s*** down son, we keeping n***** shook, look
I got it made like Florence, fatigue garments
My man slipped up and got bagged for three warrants
Oh my God, the squiggity squad in the place
With the Mobb, n***** can get robbed like Base
Taste the terror for the leather in the Beemer
The Olde E abuser, can't f*** with Zima
The non-pop singer from the land of rock slingers
Where s*** is hot and gunsmoke from n***** Glocks lingers
I rip s*** for fun so come one come all
MC's will get mad, burned like Jamal
Live in my television from the cellar to the attic
It's the Books, Krayz Drayz, Prodigy, and f****** Havoc and it don't stop
Chorus x4
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