[Intro: Prodigy]
Yo, Hav, come here
Tell 50 to come here, listen to this shit
Aight, aight
Yeah... yeah
A lil story...
About a bum ass n***a
That became the world's richest bum ass n***a
Hahahaha, woo!
Word up
Fuck all you n***as
Ayo

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Man, I been fucked up for so long and now I'm rich
All the other broke n***as that I used to fuck with
Got that look in their eyes, got that scheme on their face
When I pop up around the way, like shit changed
Look here, don't make me put your brains on display
You n***as never really gave a fuck about P
Now it's all about me and why I don't break bread
Where do he sleep and how can we break in
Is he in his Jeep or maybe it's the Porsche
Naw, let's catch him in the V and tear the n***a all up
No, I don't think so
I'm all in my mirrors and out my windows
I get up out the car with the Desert Eagle
Shorty don't like me, said I got an ego
So she tell n***as they should stick me
Gassing n***as up to make history
So, they take the jux so they can make the books
But I bang the heat when they came for me
[Hook: Prodigy]
N***as think they so ill
'Til you make a little blood spill
Now you punk-ass n***as know
Fucks with me, it's a must you bleed
N***as think they so ill
'Til you make a little blood spill
Now you punk-ass n***as know
Fucks with me, it's a must you bleed

[Verse 2: Havoc]
Catch me New York cruising, sticking and moving
Smoking that sour diesel on point every time that I blew it
Now scheming on me is foolish, don't think about it, just do it
I put you through it like that hurricane that ran through Houston
You ain't shooting, you ain't scaring nothing, y'all just flukes
Rob a n***a, strip his ass down to the birthday suit
I never pick grapes, but I cut me a bunch
I'm that n***a in the club watching your ass get duffed
N***as want to hang up once they find they got war with us
And they baby mama slutting out there on tour with us
Pass it to the homie once a n***a get bored with her
Almost couldn't nut because your ass keep calling
And dude fronting, come on, baby, you ain't got them guns
All you got is that rusty ass revolver, son
And you can't fool me, I know they borrowed, n***a
N***as think that they ill but the Mobb is iller
[Hook: Prodigy]
N***as think they so ill
'Til you make a little blood spill
Now you punk-ass n***as know
Fucks with me, it's a must you bleed
N***as think they so ill
'Til you make a little blood spill
Now you punk-ass n***as know
Fucks with me, it's a must you bleed