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featuring Prodigy of Mobb Deep
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Havoc:
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Yo its the real, son you know how it go
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Ass out like a child get blown you on the streets though
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Regulatin s.o's, eternal banger leave your jug vain hangin
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You want beef, it aint bangin
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Foul memories, you was bent but you remember its the infamous
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Never took our shoes off when we handle
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Stash gash gortex
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Swimmin hennee leave the floor wet
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Stormed out, man down make leakin on the compound
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To all you fake crooks, stay shook, frontin with those thug looks
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Get yo mug cooked and plus your thug took
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You overlook the fact that shit was real
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Now I got to take that ass to school for real
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My click did pussy niggas down with the quick
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My peeps guzzilin while your crew was takin sips
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Set the vault lampin comin through comin through
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Q B in this muthafucker what you wanna do
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Big Noyd:
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The trife life of living famous bustin' shots live it's dangerous
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In midnight we do it right in broad light
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The trife life rough wearin' handcuffs like bracelets 25 to life we faced it
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Got on the run and got wasted
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Mad agony havin me more vexed
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Got me pullin' out techs on opposite sex
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The cream got me fiend for masterville scheme
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Like doin' drivebys in stretched limozeens
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I got tons of guns my niggas on the run pack the nickel plated ones
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Get the cheddar however dun cause niggas got dreams
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Painted king the drug sling got they brain drained
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Just to sling cocaine continusly seriously
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My brain blunted the lye done it
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We makin' hundreds that's all we wanted
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To see my ill mean team seein cream
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The Infamous comin outta Queens
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Yo check it check it
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Prodigy:
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Yo it's the Pee me and the N.O.Y.D.
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We put the chedda togetha so we can double the o.z.
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It grows like some family trees and beanstalks
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Some hustlers naturally born with street smarts
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Yo Karate it's you and Gotti y'all lift the weight
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Me and Noyd attempt staring down at the plate
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The Mobb niggas living wild inside of New York state
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The five gates is a nigga is shook let him shake
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While the coke back
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Chef trip cook a boulder over the shoulder
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With the wonders with they hands in pot holders
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Soloist get rolled over
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Rappin' Noyd takin' over you crossed over
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Then you bucked in October
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November, December came out the hospital keyed up
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Paralysed from your feet up now slow ya speed up
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Hook:
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Got my click ready ready to murda mad shit, mad shit
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You pop mad shit whats the verdict
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Humbly stumble on infamous just be runnin on your weak click
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Get mad bent, lay back we peeps ya
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Cookin material, what gat we scratch serial
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You leary though, we 'liver you to your funeral
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Assumin that you got the heart to bust back, im in the cut with not one
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But two gats
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Prodigy:
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Yo its the P realisticly speakin, get left leakin
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Reality bites, I strike back, we even
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You still breathin make sure his heart stop beatin
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You bleed on top the concrete, found indecent
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Blank out when I see you, send shots at your cerebral
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Go at your throat like a pit bul
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Stop and feed you to the vultures, like reek scotchers
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Your left limb is from start to finish
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Your whole squad get hit hard
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I run with a foul type nigs is war scarred
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Resembalin Vietnam, infaltries that bomb
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Your head nigga, headquaters we take over
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My snake niggas crew strike like that of a cobra
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Constrict like boas, wrap tight around your soldiers
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Enclosed in, trapped within the clutches of madmen
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Big Noyd:
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Yo whats the verdict about that small cat you coulda murdered
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Long back when you used to keep the gat in the engine,
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Now rememberin, sayin dont flip, when the mac spits, somebody
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Bound to get hit and snitch
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You know the shit's been gone for a minute, come on
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You still in it, runnin with the team gettin that cream
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Do your thing, I respect that, you know that
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The guards in charge, whenever you involved, I know the mobb's
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On they job
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When you creep, I know you go deep, no sleep and more heat
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Peal that cap, he nothin sweet it somethin though
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You got me serious, now im furious whats next, a cat get clapped and
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Offer reflex the thug in the blood for pops, dukes, even my mom too
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Held me in the arm felt my doose goose, she said no need to be afraid to
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Bleed, Baby please hold the heat with ease, and dont pull it, just squeeze
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Ever since I elevated, got my mind situated in due time
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Got to get mine, shine they mind, check this chrome nine, Im gettin busy
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Lookin spiffy, Im gettin em and hittin em paranoid shittin me
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Hook:
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Got my click ready ready to murda mad shit, mad shit
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You pop mad shit whats the verdict
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Humbly stumble on infamous just be runnin on your weak click
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Get mad bent, lay back we peeps ya
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Cookin material, what gat we scratch serial
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You leary though, we 'liver you to your funeral
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Assumin that you got the heart to bust back
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Im in the cut with not one, but two gats
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Recognize And Realize II
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| Big Noyd |
