[Intro: Prodigy]
S'right
Yeah six
[?] all that, all that
Eight, nine
Ten, eleven
Infamous, G-Unit
We the future
I want y'all to know one thing (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Mobb Deep is, better than God, better than Jesus
More popular than Allah, in the hood, in the streets it's, only us
That these n***as'll listen to, our book is the new Bible
N***a we the exception to the rules, we brake all the laws
We have no respect for authority (Fuck y'all) at all
There is nun but us, we run this shit
Can't believe 50 Cent gave millions to lunatics like H and P, place to be
Is G-Unit Records aybody want a piece
But aybody can't get a crumb
Cause when I tell Fifth not to sign to 'em they career is done
And all ya'll was laughin'
'Till ya heard my shit now ya suckin' my dick wit a passion
Your mixtape wack shit
Won't make it past the Triborough Bridge, n***a why you still rappin'?
Come on, die already or we gon' de-ice you
We don't even know you yeah and we don't like you
'Cause n***as cover they self with costume jewels
But when we step in the room they look like fools
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Baby everything that glitter is not ice
It's just glitz, glamor and lights
And liars, that's not a H Class
That ain't nuttin' but a nice piece of glass
You got that dick, I got that sick
Chain with the nice piece, you got a nice piece of shit
You spendin' your rent money just to look like us
But we spend a whole lot more they can't keep up

[Verse 2: Havoc]
Ayo n***as ain't ready for the Mobb and G-U
Teach you [?] [?] gettin' them things through
Aim at your cap then sergeant, lieutenant
Say the wrong shit I'm shootin' give a fuck who said it
N***as [?] [?] [?] let the liquor amp them
Stomp his ass out like they [?] of my anthem
Have him all fucked up on the floor all crawlin'
I could get a n***a touched and on the road tourin', yuh
Too many n***as, New York is a sweat box
Lead pop, get ya greasy hands full of [?] [?]
This ratchet in my hand yeah together in Wedlock
'Till death do us part or the feds knock, yeah n***a
Bitches fuck n***as, and so do the ratchet
All that back and forth beef shit now that shit is romantic
Only candles bein' lit is the one at your [?]
21 Gun salute? n***a use this missiles
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Baby everything that glitter is not ice
It's just glitz, glamor and lights
And liars, that's not a H Class
That ain't nuttin' but a nice piece of glass
You got that dick, I got that sick
Chain with the nice piece, you got a nice piece of shit
You spendin' your rent money just to look like us
But we spend a whole lot more they can't keep up