Adrenaline

[Intro: Prodigy]

Bring it to these niggas, son...

Yeah... it's that war shit

It's that war shit...

Comin' through, comin' through, like what...

And–you know what, dunn?

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

It makes you sick to hear the Mobb bang like this

Infamous for the world to hate or play this

Don't give a fuck if you can't rock with this

My dunns' heads bop to this

We stand out like a terrace

And make more noise than them other rap niggas

No gimmicks, just pure adrenaline

Raw lyrics, incredible beats – don't mean to rub it in

But you're small time beneath our feets

Straight ass cheeks; niggas be askin' for ass whippings

Guns kick like Pelé, my big shit be jumping like Jordan

Often–lay a man down on the floor when

It gets like that; I'm not blowing off rounds, so you can hear sounds

So you can run back, actin' like you a vet

And swearin' you're dead, you survived some real shit

Now what's this? It's not going down like this

Ground that nigga like punishment

Dumpin' out whole clips when we dumb out

Though I'd rather do music and chill the fuck out

Dunn, you bugged out, I'm trying to walk a peaceful route

But niggas always got mouth until that piece come out

Niggas always gon' think something sweet

'Til when they least expect–you bringin' action, exactly

[Chorus: Prodigy]

It be the guns, money, pussy, cars

Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls

Killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases

Stress, the D's, NYC

I said – guns, money, pussy, cars

Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls

Killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases

Stress, the D's, NYC

[Verse 2: Havoc]

Feel the gat blow right at ya wrist

My shit'll hit while you leggin' niggas, hopin' you could lower the risk

That'll only put odds against any attempt

Any revolt, uprise–you ain't got it in you

First of all, you too soft for fastball

Point game crack, y'all merk like a Jaguar NASCAR

The beat out, buck 80 on yo' sonar

Hennessy spillin' all over my radar

Stay charged, niggas gettin' amped off of Mobb shit

Have you wildin' out on some club shit

Shit to make 'em dance

At the same time, stop and glance

Slap flames out the nigga with the wrong idea

Young niggas, young minds, but that's quite contraire

Young niggas, smart niggas–who started from the stairs

How dare – you try to come around the way

And fit like a nigga that been there for years

Shout words that we live, but don't play with it

'Cause when the shit go down, you'd be like "They did it"

[Chorus: Prodigy]

It be the guns, money, pussy, cars

Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls

Killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases

Stress, the D's, NYC

I said – guns, money, pussy, cars

Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls

Killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases

Stress, the D's, NYC

[Verse 3: Prodigy]

Taste test this – military shit, bitches love this

They mans wanna dub this

Thugness, it ain't easy to find

Shit like mine, I'm a rare species

You're a dime a gross – that's a dozen heats for lease

Keep silence the most

Regulate with the rest of my establishment

Blast out the pockets of coats

Make the cops bolt

I'll back down your whole background, yo

Irons, a permanent press, your clothes soakin'

You feel the shots, pain, every heartbeat throbbin'

Don't get excited, you'll only make it worse fighting

Spent most of my nights graveyard shiftin'

Make burial rounds, be that man Grim Reaper

With all pleasure, lift his feet up

Pick your heat up – let's do it like the crematory

Make it hot, make the temperature rise like mercury

[Verse 4: Havoc]

When I feel like gettin' bent (Yo, don't fuck with it, dunn)

I'ma drink away the pain until the brain get numb

Can't take all my dogs gettin' lost in the fog

Never to return, I guess they heard God's call

And naythin' don't surprise me now

Prepared for the worst, and never believed in silver lined clouds

Scrutinize crowds, my surroundings

Get suspect, we start four-poundin'

Shit – picture me up in the mix

With the next man's brokeness on my dick

A good man to plenty, but an enemy of his click

I just be another problem that he fittin' to fix

But I–can't have that

Pull out, I try to grab that

Caught one, niggas like "Where Hav' at?"

[Chorus: Prodigy]

Yo – guns, money, pussy, cars

Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls

Killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases

Stress, the D's, NYC

I said – guns, money, pussy, cars

Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls

Killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases

Stress, the D's, NYC

I said – guns, money, pussy, cars

Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls

Killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases

Stress, the D's, NYC

[Outro: Prodigy]

Tonight we gon' end this party early, so let's get it right...