[Verse 1: Havoc]
Sometimes, it feel like the whole world's against me
But is it the Henny that bent me? I be in the zone
Gazin' at the walls, depressed, iggin' the phone
They take it personal
But only a minor few can understand what this n***a feelin'
41st 'til I die, motherfucka! (No doubt) I'm still breathin'
You a mutt, son, we full bred
You ain't my dog, tryin' to infiltrate my clique, is you? I get wit' you
Handle that on a later note
We o'er-dose, every day the death is so close
I'm tryin' to tell these cats, but I let 'em do they thing
Ready for the bad news 'til the phone ring
Son is dead, now I'm in way over my head, seekin' revenge, son
Bent, son, on your behalf tryin' to laugh

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Check out the drill, dunn — conceal guns, play the hum
For real, son's leanin' back, checkin' out the action
On the benches, we drinkin' X's
Yo, twirl dat shit, while I spark this chocolate
Burn it down like an arsonist
Pull out the miz 'cause it's time to bring the biz to kids
And blow all hellfire out ya empire
Your livest wire couldn't make my Mobb expire or retire
I'm lettin' off 'til my arms tire
I sit quiet wit' my head full of riot
Our buyers, it's clear for your ear to hear
I declared only live n***as rap this year
'96 — I lost my dun, '97 — it got worse
Fuck it, somebody out the team gotta get murked
And sat down, you play the background when shots sound off
Flashin' back on how my mans is gone
K.B. forever in my memory
I spill some Henny then I keep it movin'
[Chorus: Havoc]
Yo, do our thing, hold it down, we got this, lockin' this
Ain't nobody stoppin' this, Rakim and Infamous
Rep the hood for you and yours, no doubt, crash the boards
And you don't really wanna go against the source

[Verse 3: Big Noyd]
Surprise! Open your eyes! Peep the foulness! The wildness!
It's bugged, n***as thugs in the projects, you holiday thugs
Ease up, all that illin' and grillin'? Get ya melon lit up
Y'all n***as is butt, you want me? I'm right in QB, what?!
Where you find me at, sippin' Cognac from a cup
With my heat next to my nuts
Never afraid to pull it and bust
Slug rushes to your head like dust, but that wasn't enough
This one was kind of tough, he squeezed back
Better believe he no longer breathe, black
Fuckin' with these Queens cats
I got dreams raisin' my little queen, and nobody gonna stop that!
In fact, black, if you come at me, don't come sloppy
All my baby girl got is a papi
To guide her through this world of hatred
And I'd die to see that she make it
And die to let the next man take it? Is you stupid?!

Verse 4: Rakim
Yo, you wanna come test? Son, it's massive stress
Penalties of death, pay your last respects
We harass your rep if you slept or half-stepped
We adapt to see what we can master next
After sex, pass the bless for after-effects
Relax the stress, do math and set mad connects
Cash the check, to get assets, we blast TEC's
Dealin' with the mental aspects of chess
So retreat your troops, if you dunns come to shoot
Get greeted by a twenty-one gun salute
I keep 'em leery of the deadly '7 MC' theory
Soon as they hear me, I release Lyrics of Fury
I'm quick to say a poem that ricochet in your dome
My clique made me leave the nickel-plated at home
So I can get the cheddar, and be the better trendsetter
The 18th Letter forever, what!
[Chorus x2: Havoc]
Do our thing, hold it down, we got this, lockin' this
Ain't nobody stoppin' this, Rakim and Infamous
Rep the hood for you and yours, no doubt, crash the boards
And you don't really wanna go against the source