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[Havoc]
Woooh, yeah, you can get with this, or you can get with that
I don`t got to tell you hoe, you know I got that crack
Three for the price of one, you know I have you comin` back
You can have me a P.O. absolute, and it`s a rap
It`s a fact, niggaz know, fuck with us you gettin` clapped
No I won`t, say your name, cause it just put you on the map
And I ain`t, into lettin` niggaz eat, no never that
Shorty love the way I swing my game, I got a better bat
Know I`m lethal with this rap shit, c`mon baby holla back
Cut that juggler, you bleedin`, no there ain`t no stoppin` that
I don`t sleep, my eyes open, maybe a good powernap
Spit a verse, then I eventually watch the cheddar stack
I`m shittin` on niggaz, shittin` like it`s a ??
This a standin` ovation for homey, with a Tek clap
F that, we takin` over baby, and that`s that
Catch me fuckin` with a bitch that can`t stand rap
[Hook: Havoc - 2X]
I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me
Their bank account lookin` like no money, no money
There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me
[Prodigy]
Gunpowder resi` on the sleeve of my Pelle
I had to burn my leather, and toss (My Buddy)
Two hundred calls comin` in on my celly
I had to cut the ringer, like "Fuck e`rybody"
Drive the bulletproof all the way to Cali
Lay low for a month or so - gettin` very
High - where I`m goin` it gets my mind of the bones
Back on the East Coast I bury
Now I`m partyin` with Halle Berry
This Hollywood shit`ll catch you slippin` if you let it
So niggaz started grillin` me
Like they was gon` take my things, so I assumed I had to set it
Now it`s blood splashed all on the ice in my jewellery
They don`t know who did it, cause I did it smoothly
Take my ass back to Queens
It`s not like I look for trouble, it seems trouble always finds me, then
[Hook: Havoc - 2X]
[Lloyd Banks]
Look, I got tons of old beef, and a brand new forty
A hardcore groupie that would take a bullet for me
A high-priced lawyer, just in case a nigga snap
And can`t take a joke, and pop a nigga over rap
A horrible splatter in a matter of a second
Dead over a record, shit he sound like he meant it
My crew greater, yeah I`m talkin` to you hater
I`m too major, two-tone blue gator
New blazer, big gun, little razor
So raise up, that ain`t how your momma raised ya
They wire-tappin` to hear somethin`, they ear-hustlin`
They won`t bust him, rodney king him and handcuffed him
It`s nothin`, there`s more `mati`s (automatics) at the spot
One flat tire`s gon` matter if they pop
I pop up tomorrow with the wagon off the lot
Stashbox, with the nine magnum with a wop