[Crowd cheering and chanting "Mobb Deep"]

[Intro: Johnny “Guitar” Watson sample & Prodigy]
Like finding feathers on a housecat, heh
Like searching for a needle in a haystack
[?] [?] [?] [?]
G-Unit
Mobb Deep

[Chorus: Johnny “Guitar” Watson sample & Prodigy]
I hear the people talk
Whistling when you walk
Your kind is hard (And it's on) to find
Darling, I'm glad you're mine
(You know what?) I hear the people talk
Whistling when you walk (Yo check this shit out right here man)
Your kind is hard to find (Yeah)
Darling, I'm glad you're mine

[Verse: Prodigy]
Man look at how the tables turned, you fucked up now
I got more money and I got more power, I got more fans
Cause n***a you soft, n***a you talk big, but got a lil set of balls
We don't spray mace over here
We spray Llams, 22 shots, assassinator bullet, shit'll bounce around yo brain and land in your stomach
Shit won't even make the news, all we hear is nuttin'
Rap n***as runnin' 'round
Tryna team up 'cause the Unit is so strong they can't beat us
They used to be [?], they used to be the shit 'till P got promoted to the best there is
I made it to the other side, so king me n***a
They think it's a game, 'till my gun rain on them n***as
How y'all gon' sell records, with P runnin' 'round with millions of dollars and fire for miles, they don't want you no more
Your shit is wack
Fuck outta here, now how you gon' come back wit a suit
A throwback or maybe a kufi?
Get some Neptune beats maybe that shit'll do it
Cause Mobb, Deep is makin' you look bad
Blood Money soon come, n***a you a wrap
Your bitch, see me all in the new videos
Eytime she blink I'm on the radio
I'm the talk of the hood and it's drivin' 'em sick
I'm the new rich n***a all the hoes wanna riff
50 Cent saved me not Jesus Christ
Ask Ma$e and M.O.P., for him P'll die
[Outro: Prodigy]
Muhfuckin' right
I just wanna take this time out
To give it up to the big boss (Yeah)
Curtis "Interscope" Jackson
Just gimme the word my n***a
Spider Loc, Olivia, Young Buck, Banks (Uhh)
H
Yayo (Yeah)
What up dun?
And it's on again
Know I'm sayin', get off (Yeah) our nuts (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck outta here with all that bullshit, man (Yo light up, son)
Nah I ain't gon' kill ya
Whoo Kid
Shoot that piece of shit