{*opening gunshot courtesy DJ Whoo Kid*}
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Yea (yo P it's on in this motherfucker) that 2003 shit
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Yo check it out
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[Havoc]
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Fuck where you at kid, fuck where you from
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Pistol-whip a nigga dumb slugs {*DAMN*} hittin up lungs (uh-huh)
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My nigga just got sent to the sprungs(?), shit is real
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He went for razors spittin them shits from under his tongue
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And from birth I was a hustler, no talk I'm buckin ya
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No matter if a dime bitch, my nigga bitch ain't fuckin her
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Loyalty to the click, forever Mobb 'til I die BITCH
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(BEOTCH) Open my casket wide
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So you can see how fly, nigga from N.Y. do it
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Nigga front on me, and die, so why do it
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I swear, feel like I've been here before, my first dealings went raw
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And tried to convert it to cash that's pure {*WHOO.. KID*}
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We gettin money niggaz fingers behind triggers, that go without sayin
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Block ain't affiliated we sprayin
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And anybody that you see, gettin past us payin
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On some "Quiet Storm" shit, motherfucker it's still rainin
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[Chorus: Prodigy]
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Aiyyo - what we got the drop on you kid, now we got you
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You got the heart to get biz without your crew?
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Let's get it on nigga do what we gotta do
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You buck at me I'm buckin right back at you
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We got the drop on you kid, now we got you
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You got the heart to get biz without your crew?
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Let's get it on Dunn do what we gotta do
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You buck at me I'm buckin right back at you
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[Prodigy]
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Let me start things off
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In the room just drinkin my drink, check out my thoughts
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I'll be buried too soon, but at the same time
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I see a very good future, what it's gon' be Dunn
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You never know will ya, got guns by the pi-dound
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to destroy beef, better tell your dawg sit down
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I hits off the (? ?) like a little green army man
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Pullin grenade pins on the floor shootin
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Murder a human, invadin my space
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And do the slip like Thomas Crown, vacate the place
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Take your bitch like, Tony Montana or Goldie
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Swift with my talk like the serpent did Eve
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When my niggaz emerge, we intensify things
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You can smell it in the air that's the shit, hittin the fan
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Niggaz gon' feel me when my thing bang
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And we continue to party like eternal Sunday
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[Outro]
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Shout out.. Infamous Records.. ha ha
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Can't forget, LandSpeed {*blam} yea yea
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Right Back at You (Freestyle)
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Mobb Deep |