[Intro: Havoc + Prodigy]
Shit, yeah
Yo, son
No fucking doubt, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's real, it's real
It's real, it's real
Yeah, let them n***as know
Yeah
Say QB

[Hook: Havoc + (Prodigy)]
Everywhere that I go now
I keep that thing right with me
Is it because I live foul?
Shorty like blue piece coming
(I got bitches all on my back)
(I got n***as all in my face)
(It get serious it ain't no game)
(So I got to keep that thing on my waist)

[1st Verse: Havoc]
Which part of "no games" n***as don't understand
You're dealing with one-dead-serious-black-man
Whose first resort's to squeeze, second thought to breath
Love this freedom so you know how I be
And why these n***as want to pull me in?
I ask myself that same question over and over again
It's a small world my girl, I'm smashing a friend
Ain't no love lost might as well join the fuck in
I've been telling n***as how my gangster get
You can trace it all the way back to The Infamous
When n***as out now was on infamil
Fuck a hotel n***a was fogging a windshield
Wrecking my first wheel they was barely bulking
Now this dun language is the motivation of their talking
A hate in my blood you won't find one drop
But let a n***a stunt and he will get dropped, so
[Hook]

[2nd Verse: Prodigy]
Yo, dun what up? scream at your dog
These n***as been wilding since n***as been gone
Fake n***as stunt like they really that strong
You really that bitch n***a, pussy, thongs
P' that n***a that'll break your jaw
You get jumped by a mobb of n***as for sure
You get cut, bucked and left for dead
We get fucked, sucked and extra bead
Partying with the ladies is crazy dic
Make you want to have babies and eat the fish
You won't feel safe in the same place as us
We make n***as want to stay far away from us
We make bitches panties wet, they pray for us
Want to see a n***a live and be safe and such
We back with more of that Murda Muzik, bitch
My gun'll bang on a n***a that confuse the shit

[Hook]

[3rd Verse: Havoc + (Prodigy)]
That thing is closer than blood and thicker than water
(You n***as is like fleas and the guns pluck 'em off, dun)
Scratch that itch then get rid of that bitch
(Then we mobb out with the sixes looking sickening)
That's when beautiful whip we tearing the streets up
(We got the big stash box so we can fit the street-sweeper)
My duns keep it at any time it's nothing
(You runnin' 'round like you got a pass or something)
[Hook] x2