[opening automatic gunfire courtesy DJ Whoo Kid]
[Havoc]
Yo, as I look to the sky and ask God why he put me here
I know why (GOD) to have you cowards shook (d***) runnin with fear
See that glare in my eyes and my focus clear (uh-huh)
I'm that head coach, benchin you rookies and fake players
Only spit, collector's edition s***
So in a few years it'll be ten times what you spent
When n***** claim they movin that weight, knowin they lyin
My n***** put more drugs on the block than Pfizer
All you n***** on the d***, little secret admirers
Let it out... baby girl, don't be ashamed
When you shorty run the choo-choo train
Have her sippin the deuce-deuce dame, Mobb and the group remains
From the stain I was down for the game
Never went against grain, and never let a b**** borrow my chain
From day one, to the micro-pain
Up inside these veins is dat real n****, ain't s*** changed
[Chorus]
Dem n***** shook, cause ain't no such thing as halfway gangstas
n**** got b**ped and ain't look
n***** shook, cause ain't no such thing as halfway gangstas
n**** got b**ped and ain't look
n***** caught up in the gliss' and the glamour
and then got' sleep with the hammer, let somebody tell you different
and that a** will, die for [?]poor grammar[?]
f*** around if you wanna, I don't think you coward heart got the stamina
[Prodigy]
I had [?]Claudette all tense[?], p**** sore for days
I'd rather, beat my d*** than go the R. Kelly way
I'd take Felice for nine and a half weeks
Fill it back, pourin Henny on her a** cheeks
I f***** Missy in that Lamborghini
Give Foxy the ecstasy without the pill, see me
I give Alicia Keys quickie while she on tour
Nuttin' but +Gangsta Love+, then I take a flight home
I told Lice' she need to bark at me
So I can, kill her with the collar and the leash
s*** I got plans, I need to get in touch with Stacie Dash
Cause she doesn't have a clue what she missin over here
Scratch Jenny Lo' itch, whenever Ben ain't there
I have Whitney doin lines off my d***, you hear?
Throw Trina big fattie in a wheelchair, f*** dreamin
P and them is doin this for real
(GOD.. d***!)
(Mobb Deep album.. comin soon.. pick it up)
[Havoc]
Yo, as I look to the sky and ask God why he put me here
I know why (GOD) to have you cowards shook (d***) runnin with fear
See that glare in my eyes and my focus clear (uh-huh)
I'm that head coach, benchin you rookies and fake players
Only spit, collector's edition s***
So in a few years it'll be ten times what you spent
When n***** claim they movin that weight, knowin they lyin
My n***** put more drugs on the block than Pfizer
All you n***** on the d***, little secret admirers
Let it out... baby girl, don't be ashamed
When you shorty run the choo-choo train
Have her sippin the deuce-deuce dame, Mobb and the group remains
From the stain I was down for the game
Never went against grain, and never let a b**** borrow my chain
From day one, to the micro-pain
Up inside these veins is dat real n****, ain't s*** changed
[Chorus]
Dem n***** shook, cause ain't no such thing as halfway gangstas
n**** got b**ped and ain't look
n***** shook, cause ain't no such thing as halfway gangstas
n**** got b**ped and ain't look
n***** caught up in the gliss' and the glamour
and then got' sleep with the hammer, let somebody tell you different
and that a** will, die for [?]poor grammar[?]
f*** around if you wanna, I don't think you coward heart got the stamina
[Prodigy]
I had [?]Claudette all tense[?], p**** sore for days
I'd rather, beat my d*** than go the R. Kelly way
I'd take Felice for nine and a half weeks
Fill it back, pourin Henny on her a** cheeks
I f***** Missy in that Lamborghini
Give Foxy the ecstasy without the pill, see me
I give Alicia Keys quickie while she on tour
Nuttin' but +Gangsta Love+, then I take a flight home
I told Lice' she need to bark at me
So I can, kill her with the collar and the leash
s*** I got plans, I need to get in touch with Stacie Dash
Cause she doesn't have a clue what she missin over here
Scratch Jenny Lo' itch, whenever Ben ain't there
I have Whitney doin lines off my d***, you hear?
Throw Trina big fattie in a wheelchair, f*** dreamin
P and them is doin this for real
(GOD.. d***!)
(Mobb Deep album.. comin soon.. pick it up)