[Intro: Prodigy]
Tried of these n***as, man
Fuckin' tired of these n***as
Ya'll n***as need to die already
Fuck outta here, man
Word up, man
Ah heh
Ya'll n***as sick, n***a we that shit

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Mobb Deep baby we crazy though
They don't make fire like this and they won't
Cause they can't
Infamous all day and when it get dark
Just let the shit play on the radio
TV and CD, we got so much dough it folds in our jeans
So what you got flow, we got the machine of Curtis Jackson and Jimmy Iovine
And we takin' this to the top
N***a try to stop this, n***a gets popped
My infamous soldiers'll make it real hot
Laser beam and them slugs hit the right spots
My idea of fun is to compare guns and find out how high we could get off blunts
When you roll up pounds, we ridin' around, in tanks, ya better hope we don't bump into ya

[Chorus: Prodigy & Nyce]
Yeah
What's poppin'?
My gun on your head, n***a
What's crackin'?
The bones in ya head, n***a
What's really good?
Nuttin' but the dough
What's really hood?
You already know
What's poppin'?
My gun on your head, n***a (Ha ha ha)
What's crackin'?
The bones in (Ohhhhh shit, n***a) ya head, n***a
What's really good?
Nuttin' but the dough (Yea)
What's really hood?
You already know
[Verse 2: Nyce]
I, floss in the jeep, I
Torture the weak, I
Spoke with the heat, I'm
Lost in the streets, you
Really a bitch, you
Really a snitch, you
Really get hit
I stand over your bed with the gat wrapped in a towel
Shoot you in your stomach make you move [?]
I'm the general, homie
[?] [?] so crazy
I'm breakin' down to you in vowels
Like A, E, I, O, U a head crack (Yeah!)
Squeeze off homie, and watch ya head crack
Run for cover, when the kid swing that thing
You better sip Red Bull and pray it give you wings
Otherwise it's bullet holes and crushed bones
Run up on me, spray your shirt like cologne
Mobb Deep, n***a, my troops is wild, put the tool in your mouth give you a root canal [?] [?]

[Chorus: Prodigy]
Yeah
What's poppin'?
My gun on your head, n***a
What's crackin'?
The bones in ya head, n***a
What's really good?
Nuttin' but the dough
What's really hood?
You already know
What's poppin'?
My gun on your head, n***a
What's crackin'?
The bones in ya head, n***a
What's really good?
Nuttin' but the dough
What's really hood?
You already know
[Verse 3: 40 Glocc]
In just six days, I bought six switchblades to give ye punk ass face a permanent shave
I'm young, I'm paid, I do my thang
I smoke, I drink, I'm stuck in my ways
I put you in your place, no matter ya age
I catch that fade then beat that case
My tennis shoes tied, (My) my strings is laced
I shake yo pockets like a Cali quake
Then hop on the plane, from LAX
Next stop JFK in the private jet
I talk that talk, I walk that walk and leave n***a stretched out
Outlined in chalk

[Chorus: Prodigy]
Yeah
What's poppin'?
My gun on your head, n***a
What's crackin'?
The bones in ya head, n***a
What's really good?
Nuttin' but the dough
What's really hood?
You already know
What's poppin'?
My gun on your head, n***a
What's crackin'?
The bones in ya head, n***a
What's really good?
Nuttin' but the dough
What's really hood?
You already know