Gimme the Goods

[Verse 1: Prodigy] Ayo, Queens get the Money long time no cash I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast The fool retaliated so I had to think fast Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last Now who the fuck you think is living to this day? I'm tryna tell these young niggas crime don't pay They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play Do your thing, I'll do mine kid stay outta my way" It's type hard tryna survive in New York state Can't stop 'til I'm eating off a platinum plate Po po comes around and tries to dislocate me Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me Cause having cash is highly addictive Especially when you're used to having money to live with I thought step back look at my life as a whole Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helping ya I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular Yo, Big Noyd! (What up cousin?) I can't cope With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope [Verse 2: Big Noyd:] Yo I was caught up in the crime That wasn’t even mine They wanted me to do two years of time Two cops pulled up, pointed the gun said “frisk it” One cop said “that’s the kid with the biscuit” I started to run, fuck kicking ballistics The cop looked me in the eye And said “don’t even risk it” They found the nine, and jury had claimed They were saying Big Noyd, they was calling name If the tool was mine, then I feel no shame Never seen it in my life, so I knew I was framed Then I called my boys, “What’s up? Yo get with it, find outa the punk pussy motherfucker who did it” Then make them pay, no time to delay Check out the dreadhead from around the way My boys got back saying “yeah he’s the one The reason why you're there for the goddam gun” He said "I get the bill, you just chill Before you get out the motherfucker will be killed" I said “Yeah P, that’s the way you do it Don’t let the punk motherfucker slide right through it” You listen to the rhymes, I know that you heard it Fuck around with me and my crew you getting murdered Now I’m outta’ jail and the motherfuckers dead You know who I'm talking 'bout the fucking dread Put ya nail for the reck, with the motherfucking tec They caught the dread pumping dope on the corner Cling cling, boom boom boom, he’s a goner So one, two, what you gonna’ do P? I got mad beef niggas wanna’ clap me But trust me, niggas must be truly for trynna’ do me 'Cause when it’s on I go loony with the fucking tooly I got love to the thugs and the crack sellers Stick together going hard like the Good Fellas We go deep, Mobb Deep It ain’t nothing sweet Stick ‘em up then hit ‘em up for the fucking Jeep We’re on the fliggity flow, yeah you know Fuck the Po Po, back 'em down let the heat blow They tryna stop me, these niggas wanna pop me Swerve to the curve, make-believe that he shot me The beef is still on, word is bond But I’mma chill for a while and save a bullet for his mama [Hook] I got my mind on this figure Now it’s time to get paid Thinking of ways to take loot already made There’s crime in the air, there ain't time to be afraid Gimme yours or get laid Give up the goods or get sprayed [Verse 3: Havoc] Hey Yo, ain't no time for faking jacks cause niggas who fake jacks Get laid on their backs, the streets is real Can't roll without steel, I feel how I feel Cause I was born to kill, do what I gotta To eat a decent meal, niggas is starving Don't try to find a job son, it's all about robbing So don't be alarmed when we come through We supposed to, if you opposed to, get your face blown dude Off the map, cause I react, attack A nigga wasn't blessed with wealth, so I act like that Drug dealing, only fuckin' with bitches thats appealin' I'm fronting on the world once I start 4-wheeling Cause back on the 41st Side, we do a ride Sipping E&J, getting bent all night Yo, who that? I never seen him in my fucking life, step to his business Cause it's only right, po-po ain't around so I grab my pound Money retaliated so I hit the ground, my life is on the line Gotta hold my projects down, can't see myself getting bodied By a clown.....ass nigga that ain't even from my town Hit him up in the chest and now he's laying me down dead And up from under the benches I started hearing sirens I stop firing, to cut ass like a diamond, jetted to the cribpiece What a relief, stashed the heat then proceeded to peep Out the window, call my son, "yo son we got beef But no question, money had a problem so I solved him" [Hook]