[Havoc]
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1-2, 1-2
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[Prodigy]
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Yo, however do u want, however do you need P
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My Mobb bring it back to life, back to reality
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You walk a fine line playin wit mine, the greatest story ever told in rhyme
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We climax in ninety-five, wit demo raw raps is knives
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To skin all ya'll cats alive
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Take your time don't rush the clock, Infamous rock for good now
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Pass like my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow
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But assuring this, spoon-feeding these
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Starvin ass heads catchin shakes, feenishly
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I ball in this, word assortin this, probably recording this
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Of course kids keepin they sights upon this
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Exclusiveness, like some new type of kicks
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We got them things fixed, passed the wrong man in my click
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You get charged wit incense to kick that bullshhh
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Welcome to the ledge of this whole shhh
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Chorus [Havoc]
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Yo, we the men for the operation
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You know the M-O, B-B's, warrior style, rare species
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Catch us on your block , on your wide-screen tv's
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From Jones Beach to over-seas from over there
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It's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great grand CC's
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[Havoc]
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Yo, for my QBC duns, it's all real hold it down
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You bust yours, we bust ours and stand on firm ground
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Pass the dutchie while I, handle the Henny thinkin
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You never catch me sleepin, stay on top of this properly
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I know they watchin me, if not they probably waitin for a downfall
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Scheming on my property, we got the remedy
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Let em get a little cold, let em smell the tree smoke
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Hit em where we blow and don't let nobody know
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The snakes in the grass, you gotta watch where you move
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Son, shots get loaded, don't ever run wit the crowd son
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Stick and move, you hear me?
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And that's the way we rock it, the only way to live
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If you really think about it
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Every move is humble wit precision, careful thought decisions
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And my whole cli-tique the same vision
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41st till I dearly depart, till then I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
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Sippin gin, while you shook cats just pretend to be something
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That your not and that's not good my friend
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On a personal, I ain't even feelin you cats
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Don't even acknowledge the fact that you weak raps
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We bust gats at, on the reg laughed at
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Son you know we passed that, get em outta here, cuz you could have that
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[Prodigy]
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Four pounds, stumbled off grounds
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Fire off many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the time
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Your dogs was wives actin like girls, get feminine when handlin guns
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You could run or take the window, son
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Or feel this hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun
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Without a fight son, we keep the house dope like ?pie fendis?
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We twist and pop Henny, gettin wet on the daily, and
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Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully
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Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught
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A one to three degree from V-O-P and N-C-C-V
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And send me up a hub to a state facilities
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What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf
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Or wait until my time served and get released
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Cool, back on the streets I seen some old drama
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I still hold heat to send your ass straight to trauma
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These kids started to drilling like they ready and willing
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I gave em exactly no time to switch feelings
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Pulled out, to my man, look out
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Commits to warfare, and rock these to sleep like this here
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Seventy-two like as if I was back on the top
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Hours of thinkin about how I'ma tip they ass up out the basket
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Beligerant glass heads, I'm bashing
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No knowledge of the man nor his action
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Class now is session, "Soldiers boys, today's aim is: Never show your heat
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And don't flame it"
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You playin life, wit a man who lives by the sword
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And dies naturally against all common laws
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What, speed on and Peed on
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Chorus
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Rare Species (Modus Operandi)
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