Carved in Stone

[Intro: Prodigy] We gettin' our burn Here we go again I bet y'all saying to y'all self: "The fuck these niggas last so long, man?" And my response to that is, I palms don't ever stop itching, nigga You know, it's about that you hear it right now, so... [Verse 1: Prodigy] We back, people, for more money, more jewelry, more vehicles Less hangers on, tag-alongs, and leech dudes We back minus that weak label trying to hold us back Now we gettin' more profits every unit shipped You gettin' returns, your album ain't movin' shit We gettin' our burn in places we don't even live We learn you niggas on this game and how to stay afloat We teach you clowns about some things that y'all don't know Like how to bang out songs for twelve years straight And that's not all—they all gotta be gangsta Consistent anthems, put us up against whoever We got a thing for competition, only make us better And better and better, I know you can't believe your ears You pinching yourself, but doggie, this is all real Convincing yourself that we Cell Block 4 thugs Man, that's how the last nigga got bucked [Verse 2: Havoc] Homie, don't get it twisted, I been gettin' money since '90 'Fore Magic retired and Lakers head coach was Pat Riley I bone a bitch then bounce, baby girl, don't mind me If you mad, take it up with God, that's how designed me I'm multi-talented—fuck you think Jive signed me? The only thing grimey is that pen that you write with Got your main ho 2-waying me on my Sidekick Talking how she fuck you but she really don't like it About my paper when it come to that hustle, I all-night it If I ain't been through it, yo, Havoc won't bite it I can't keep it real for shit, but everything happens for a reason So I won't wifey the wrong bitch I'm a bastard, pimpin' in a Caddy 16 I'm a bastard, pimpin' in a Caddy 16 Y'all know nothin' 'bout it, make the Maybach look weak With compartment secretly designed to stash the heat [Chorus: Havoc] Yo, these niggas know my style—fuck is wrong with you, doggy? Know these cannons'll blast off and make this place foggy Have everybody in this bitch cramped in the door I just introduce myself and let the hammer applaud Yo, niggas know my style—fuck is wrong with you, doggy? Know these cannons'll blast off and make this place foggy Have everybody in this bitch cramped in the door Running for life, amazing how you could move the crowd with the 4