Glitter N Glass

[Intro: Prodigy] S'right Yeah six [?] all that, all that Eight, nine Ten, eleven Infamous, G-Unit We the future I want y'all to know one thing (Yeah) [Verse 1: Prodigy] Mobb Deep is, better than God, better than Jesus More popular than Allah, in the hood, in the streets it's, only us That these niggas'll listen to, our book is the new Bible Nigga we the exception to the rules, we brake all the laws We have no respect for authority (Fuck y'all) at all There is nun but us, we run this shit Can't believe 50 Cent gave millions to lunatics like H and P, place to be Is G-Unit Records aybody want a piece But aybody can't get a crumb Cause when I tell Fifth not to sign to 'em they career is done And all ya'll was laughin' 'Till ya heard my shit now ya suckin' my dick wit a passion Your mixtape wack shit Won't make it past the Triborough Bridge, nigga why you still rappin'? Come on, die already or we gon' de-ice you We don't even know you yeah and we don't like you 'Cause niggas cover they self with costume jewels But when we step in the room they look like fools [Chorus: Prodigy] Baby everything that glitter is not ice It's just glitz, glamor and lights And liars, that's not a H Class That ain't nuttin' but a nice piece of glass You got that dick, I got that sick Chain with the nice piece, you got a nice piece of shit You spendin' your rent money just to look like us But we spend a whole lot more they can't keep up [Verse 2: Havoc] Ayo niggas ain't ready for the Mobb and G-U Teach you [?] [?] gettin' them things through Aim at your cap then sergeant, lieutenant Say the wrong shit I'm shootin' give a fuck who said it Niggas [?] [?] [?] let the liquor amp them Stomp his ass out like they [?] of my anthem Have him all fucked up on the floor all crawlin' I could get a nigga touched and on the road tourin', yuh Too many niggas, New York is a sweat box Lead pop, get ya greasy hands full of [?] [?] This ratchet in my hand yeah together in Wedlock 'Till death do us part or the feds knock, yeah nigga Bitches fuck niggas, and so do the ratchet All that back and forth beef shit now that shit is romantic Only candles bein' lit is the one at your [?] 21 Gun salute? nigga use this missiles [Chorus: Prodigy] Baby everything that glitter is not ice It's just glitz, glamor and lights And liars, that's not a H Class That ain't nuttin' but a nice piece of glass You got that dick, I got that sick Chain with the nice piece, you got a nice piece of shit You spendin' your rent money just to look like us But we spend a whole lot more they can't keep up