In the Long Run

[Intro: Ty Nitty] In the long run we could be on son It's on son [Chorus] Cause in the long run we could be on son It's on son, extra cash just for more guns Cause in the long run we could be on son It's on son, extra cash just for more guns [Verse 1: Ty Nitty] Yo, Ty Nitty, air-force one's call up my dunns Got more niggas like seeds on sesame buns Caught a body on the run You don't want none, lump some Extort niggas for they lump sum, no doubt Proceed, where that weed indeed? Havoc laced the track razor sharp, you bleed [Verse 2: Havoc] My whole mission, like a platoon take position Ain't going in if my clique can't get in That's word to mines, have you stressed like jail time Get that loot up, no doubt I bail mines Easy access, shorty straight up hit the mattress Have you role-playing just like an actress My tactics leaving niggas stuck doing back flips I black out, take it to the gats, fuck this rap shit Let my niggas shine, rate my rhymes like a dime [Bridge: Prodigy] Fucking swollen bullet wound head ass niggas [Verse 3: Prodigy] Yo, who's the one to be made into example? Nigga, you pop shit with the wrong guys this time What? My Mobb will get on top ya, topple ya Like a fall guy you fell down, clown First the four-pound sound, my eighty-six style now Ten years later still holding firm ground Nigga P thugly, enter the ring with something For anyone who wanna play gun, what up G? I clap you, stop you in your tracks, how bout that? Now analyze these cats, a live nigga rap You seen Strapped, came outside all hype with gats Got juiced up, now bishop think he thugging it black pimp Let's rap a taste, you get your little head pinched off Brooklyn touched you then left you for Queens to finish off Fuck a [faggot nigga] Keith Murray and his whole clique Yeah, you snuffed me in front of the cops, that bullshit Told you come around the corner, no police and no witnesses Little to your knowledge, you almost got shot But that's a'ight though, I'ma catch your ass again You fuckin immigrant [I'd murder you and 2Pac] for two cent My Mobb running shit, you fucking Carlton Ave coward The forecast call for grey skies and gun showers [Chorus] Cause in the long run we could be on son It's on son, extra cash just for more guns Cause in the long run we could be on son It's on son, extra cash just for more guns [Outro: Ty Nitty, Havoc & Prodigy] Yea, nigga, what? what? Nigga I knocked your man out, boy Knocked him out, boy Knocked him out like a motherfucker, boy Yo, know what I'm saying? We gon' be here all night like a motherfucker Infamous forever Know what I'm saying? Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up We got it locked, baby I'll let you know nigga Got it under control, aight Niggas ain't ready for us, baby It's Mobb style, Infamous Mobb, we comin' through, know how we do We're like the motherfuckin' watchtower yo Strictly thug Know what I'm sayin'? Strictly thug, boy, [?] [?] [?] To all ya'll niggas Strictly thug boy, the real thug life, nigga Permanent scars, like a [?]