Hoodlum

[Havoc] Sometimes it feels like the whole world is against me And is it the henny that bend me; i be in the zone Gazing at the walls, suppressed, thinking da phone Don't take personal, but only a minor few can understand What a nigga feeling; 40-first 'til i die motherfucka..(no doubt) I'm still breathing. you a must son, we full bread You ain't my dogg, tring to infiltrate my clik is you I get wit you, handle that on a later note We o'er-dose eveything is death, we so close I'm trying to tell these cats, but i let them do they thing.. Ready for the bad news 'til da phone ring Son is dead, now i'm irate over my head seeking revenge Son is dead, son on your behalf trying to laugh [Prodigy] Check out the drill-dun, conceal guns Play the hum leaning back checking out the action On the benches we drinkin x's Yo twirl dat shit, while i spark this... Sharply burn it down like an arsonist Pull out the miz cause its time to bring the biz to kidz And blow all hell fire out ya empire Live as wire couldn't make my mobb expire or retire I'm letting off 'til my arms tired You set quite wit my head full of riot Our buyers, it clear for your ear to hear I declare only live niggas lock this year '96-i lost my dun; '97-it got worse.. Pull money out the team, got to get mork.. And sat down you play the background when shots sound off Flashbacks of how my man is gone, kb forever in my memory I spill some henny then i keep it moving {Chorus}: Yo, do our thing, we got this, rockin' this Ain't nobody stoppin this rakim and imfamous Reck the hood for you and yours-no doubt crash the bars You don't really want to go against the source [Big Noyd] Surprise open eye, peep the foulness, wildness Its bug, niggas dug in the projects you holiday thug Ease up all that illin and grillin Get ya melon lite up, you niggas is butt You want me, i'm reppin wb, what? Where you find me at spillin congac from a cup With my heat next to my nuts Never been afraid to bust Slug rushin to your head like dust If that wasn't enough as long as strong and tough We squeeze back, better believe he no longer breath-black Fuckin wit these swayze cats I got dreams of raising my little queen and nobody gonna stop that In fact black, if you come at me don't come sloppy All my baby girl got is a papi to guide her Through this world of hatred And i die to see that she make it And die to let the nextman take it, is you stupid, um... [Rakim] Yo, you want to come test, son is mad from stress Penalty is death, pay your last respects We harass you reap if you slept or half step We adapt to see who we can master next After sex pass the bless for after effects Relax your stress through mad physac, mad contact Cash a check to get assets we blast techs Dealing with the mental aspect on chest So we create a trust, if you dunns come to shot Get hit with a twenty-one gun salute I keep a loaded yet deadly 7sc 30 Soon as you it hit me i release lyrics of fury And quick to say a poem to ricochet in your dome My click made me leave the nickel-plated at home alone So i can get chatter and be the better trend setter The 18th letter forever {Chorus 2x}