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[Intro: Havoc] Yeah Uh Uh-huh (yeah) (Yeah) [Verse 1: Havoc] We get that paper baby boy, it's easy You want to be who? You can't be me Shorty gave me that ass on GP I'm rolling in a G-500 or the Porsche, roof open And I know that you're hoping that I fall real soon But I ain't going nowhere, hate to bust your balloon And there ain't that much room for all us Limited space, the game like a tour bus I won't break, I just take, take and take Rape and rape, the game 'til there's no more cake Snitch ass niggas giving up identities Ain't my fault they making pennies They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's Like Hoffa, leave him nowhere to be found, but buried The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me Stop scheming on me, baby, cause it ain't that easy Niggas leave prints cause their palms so greasy Their mind read easy, I see right through 'em The AK'll do 'em, like nobody do 'em, don't stop It's best that you keep it moving, you'll get shot [Hook: Havoc] We ain't licking niggas, we ain't busting shots in the air No warning shots, the fuck out of here Oh man, homie, hate to do you like this Oh man, homie, when the tooley go click, click, click We ain't licking niggas, we ain't busting shots in the air No warning shots, the fuck out of here Oh man, homie, hate to do you like this Oh man, homie, when the tooley go click, click, click [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York David got my neck looking like a lightning bolt I'm in that two-door Range Stormer, my truck plush And the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus I need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion Six hundred ki's, that's fifty-one million Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones Since the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phone Listen homes, everything glisten homes Yeah, my gun and my rims both sit on chrome You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the cargo I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago My connect is a Cuban named Flaco With my aim, you a human taco Meeting shells, yo the feds tryna peep our sales My daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah [Hook: Havoc] We ain't licking niggas, we ain't busting shots in the air No warning shots, the fuck out of here Oh man, homie, hate to do you like this Oh man, homie, when the tooley go click, click, click We ain't licking niggas, we ain't busting shots in the air No warning shots, the fuck out of here Oh man, homie, hate to do you like this Oh man, homie, when the tooley go click, click, click [Bridge: Prodigy] You see me rolling, Mac-10 showing out the window When you catching me shooting out the Coupe, then switch your lane You don't want me creeping two miles an hour, with my seat low Cause I'll hop up out the sunroof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain [Verse 3: Prodigy] It's like fee, fie, foe, fum I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk One, two, three hundred shots Finna ring off them things off, and cook the block Old people, the pets and the kids Whoever in the way, them strays gon' hit And we don't give a fuck about the police, nigga This ain't Manhattan, this Queens, nigga We're immune to the violence, it's nothing to me Fuck 'em, they don't give a fuck about P If they could kill me, believe me, they would That's why I set it off, and I get 'em real good When them street, lights, come on, nigga You best, have, your gun on, nigga Cause tonight we ride and you die As soon as I walk up, or drive-by (yeah) [Hook: Havoc] We ain't licking niggas, we ain't busting shots in the air No warning shots, the fuck out of here Oh man, homie, hate to do you like this Oh man, homie, when the tooley go click, click, click We ain't licking niggas, we ain't busting shots in the air No warning shots, the fuck out of here Oh man, homie, hate to do you like this Oh man, homie, when the tooley go click, click, click