Man Down

[Intro: Money No & Prodigy] That's my word, God Kick that thug shit, God, kick that motherfuckin' thug shit, man Word up, man (What's up, son? What's up?) What up, Kicko? (No doubt, nigga) Money No representin', you know what I'm sayin'? All the time, baby No doubt (You know what I'm sayin'?) Who we got here, son? Shine, baby, shine Look, up in the sky (Who do we have here? Yo) [Verse 1: Prodigy] Here come the vultures, the Mobb-laced potent rap shit Perhaps, kid, make it happen, start the flipping You fuckin' comic, who you kidding? My niggas laughing, blood bathin', the world's greatest Infamous crimes heinous To interfere would be dangerous Plain and simp', stand clear, save your strength You couldn't go the length if you was coked up Bombazee'd up, whatever the fuck Who gives a fuck? You get fucked My coalition specialize in collision The clash of the cliques The duel of the iron, MAC spit And leave you half-split You'll be missin' much more than a fraction When it's time for action Hit him while he man down, make that nigga backspin Trapped up by New Yiddy madmen We blastin', you collapsin' Heavily like my gold MAC-10 Get imprisoned with them raps'll have you relapsin' You get cast in the Mobb, man, for askin' We face splashin', dope fake's icepick stabbing He slow leakin', eternally bleedin' for speakin' Outta place, niggas get placed back indecent Live at the main event, may I present And scream it out loud for any Squad that's Def My Infamous Mobb, your heart throb, hold your breath He's KO'd from dead-arm rights and hard lefts Another satisfied consumer who got blessed Single out your army 'til there's no man left [Chorus: Havoc] Man down (Man down) You know what I mean, son? Leave him Man down (Man down) You know what I sayin', nigga's real-life bleedin', he done Aw, man Man down (Man down) 41st side, baby, representin', you know what I mean? Man down (Man down) We takin' over this, this is ours, son, we want that And you know what I want you to do? Lay the fuck down [Verse 2: Havoc] Infamous cartel, visible evidence We scarred well, associated team benevolent Never hesitant, opposition get settled, hit with Sharp shit that'll rip through One hundred layers of Kevlar Sharp like the GemStar Exiled, son, he get sent far It's the foulest, QBC gat bust the loudest But low profile, peep style, thirsty prowess Catchin' court cases, paid lawyer, legal aid Son, that's money wasted, I ain't got time for that Invest, don't place all my bets on rap On the strength of the ignorant cats It'll be dead in a few, just like that Could've bust his gat right (Yo, you know what?) But now you bucked your own man, amateur ass Homeroom, take that ass to class But you cuttin', duckin' a reality blast You catch a D-minus fuckin' with New York's finest No conversation for them outsiders Dick riders, connivers Bomb your camp, leave no survivors Caught you off guard, got homicided We analyze and tell you up front, ain't no surprises Take you down first round, give your man pound [Chorus: Havoc] Man down (Man down) Word up, on the strength of all that shit, niggas is gettin' laid down Man down (Man down) All that, all that drama we got, son Man down (Man down) Word up, who the, who the fuck is this nigga comin' out outta nowhere? Man down (Man down) All y'all, all y'all, all y'all Lay the fuck down [Verse 3: Big Noyd] Check it out, dun, them niggas ain't ones To be blowin' off the top and shit, I'm tired of shit Dun, I'm about to dot the bitch and leave him stiff Toss me the fifth, so I can bless the God with gift Yo, nigga Noyd, what's the topic? Yo, the topic is this Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list First of all, them dyke niggas with that spaced-out shit I stick a rocket up in they ass and give 'em a lift My marvelous Mobb is tonic, intoxicant, beastly (What?) Morphine raps, you get dope from N-O-Y-D Shit fiendin', now get your fix, 'cause you need it Fucking up your intravenous, the Infamous Mobb top secret The only way you weaken this is if you peekin' this Sneak thievin' niggas mischievous Knowledgin' the God behind the scene on some snake shit With vultures, water from the mouth 'cause we can taste it We just waitin' with patience Yo, dun, check the cross-examination, these niggas fakin' So you can scream, you can fiend, you can dream for the bacon Or you can snatch the MAC for the fact it ain't bangin', motherfucker [Chorus: Havoc] Man down (Man down) Man down (Man down) Man down (Man down) Man down (Man down) Lay the fuck down (Lay the fuck down) [Outro] Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow What the fuck you doin', man? Fuck, son, you shook, nigga Pow, pow, pow, pow Yo, stop fuckin' playin' me with that shit, man, c'mon, man, you know, come on, man (Fuck that, son, fuck that, this shit is ill, son) You can't play the kind of games like that, c'mon, man, word up, man (This fuckin', look at this shit, son, this shit is butter, yo) Put that shit up, man, word up (Fuck that, yo, fuck that) Fuckin' buggin', kid Use that shit or somethin', man Fuck that, what the fuck, you think I'm not, motherfucker? What you mean, yo? Better use this shit (This shit is flame, you actin' all shook and shit) You playin' with it The fuck, you scared, motherfucker? Shit