Can’t Get Enough of It

[Intro: Havoc]

QBC

About to take over your area

Yo

[Verse 1: Havoc]

Left to right, protect the life, guard my castle

I'm goin' at you, take it to the gats if I have to

It's the hassle, jealous thugs I suppose squeeze

Turn that ass to Swiss cheese, leave permanent holes

And to them hoes, you know how it go, no dough

'Cause they subject to wakin' with cash and go crazy

Yeah, they bangin', baby

Havoc representin' for them niggas that don't trick

Ladyless, just associates

Appropriate, no doubt, but bust it

I love this rap shit, got me fillin' mad clips, but half is

Them fake rappers, but they damn good actors

From population, through the math, I subtract a

You hear no laughter, QBC the thug factor

You niggas ain't worth the punch, back smack ya

Pitbull attack ya, and half-snap ya

Kodak moments I capture

Like an escaped convict

Pearl Harbor, bomb shit

Handle B-I, on some calm shit

[Verse 2: Illa Ghee]

I can't get enough of it, the rough shit, grenade lyrics

My appearance is thug, rap slug ritual

Every dollar got a nigga's blood chiseled, the slug sizzle

Pistol-whip tight, night monopoly

Four 380s in the prophecy, the bigger I got

Handle B-I, smoke a CI, snuff a CO

Can't you see, I'm the total, vocals is low blow

Barely sociable, rare form, the man from now on (Now on)

Toe-to-toe complex, the next expert, who's in control?

Episode, you can't control your fascination

Illa's the name, two guns that look the same

Frame of thought change, first we live, then we abort

Cloth Polo Sport, catch a nigga on his sports

Talk crack, I'll leave you jacked, crap format, I'm hostile

Wild out for snakeness equals foul

General G, blowin' judges in the trial

[Chorus: Prodigy & Havoc]

Yo, the NYC M-O-B-B thug shit (And that's my shit)

I can't get enough of it

Either fuck with it or don't fuck with it

Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent

When my cats attack, you got your knot split, ayo

I can't get enough of it

Either fuck with it or don't fuck with it

Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent

When my cats attack, you got your knot split

We out to win and that's it

We out to win it like this

[Verse 3: Prodigy]

It's like this, kid, ayo

We shut it down like the Muse

And blast like fresh TECs out the box

We outbox, get suplexed

Take notes, nigga, best check the index

Look over anything that you might've missed

You overlooked the part with some unified terrorists

Pirates, straight off the ship and mad starvin'

Anchored to land and now we runnin' wild, poundin'

On imbecile niggas who ain't got they feet grounded

Precise, astonishin' shots split your skin's top

We sent pops, catch you from two blocks

Don't run up on you chargin', with hot shit, he felt it, alarmin'

Shockin', surprisin' shit, left you crawlin'

Dangerous, huh, and ready to rock

This man's hot, your flesh start to boilin' hot

Rhymes solid like a lead pipe that bleeds your knot

Knot-headed niggas get knocked out a lot

Kick down your chain-locked door, we raise spot

My clique got a deadbolt lock, you rather not, dude

Stormin' through the crowd, part the sea, comin' through

Spill my over-proof, it's drippin' from my temple

Lay on the wall and watch all y'all

You can't injure a ninja who crept and took fall

Surrounded by crime cats, time for tap jaws

Leave red stains on clothes, carpets, and floors

[Verse 4: Havoc]

Ayo, we bang like the Tunnel and jam like broke gats

One hundred and oh, nigga, go check the stats

QB, yeah the name hold weight and ring bells

All you niggas shook and it ain't hard to tell

Major clientele, the infamous cartel

Catch a buck-fifty, them stars, we scar well

Hard luck, got gassed up and starstruck

Then got stuck in one stroke, the Mobb clutch

Laid up, sippin' all types of shit, get ya chick bent

Talk the bitch to death 'til there's no info left

Homicidal clepto, like the lye leaf, I'm petrol

Regulate the Metropolitan, niggas gettin' bodied in

In the lobby, and lock the door, it ain't safe, kid

Take it how you take it, grab a hold and embrace it

[Chorus: Prodigy & Havoc]

The NYC M-O-B-B thug shit (Yeah, that's my shit)

I can't get enough of it

Either fuck with it or don't fuck with it

Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent

When my cats attack, you got your knot split, ayo

I can't get enough of it

Either fuck with it or don't fuck with it

Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent

When my cats attack, you got your knot split

We out to win and that's it

We out to win it like this

[Outro]

That's my shit

Yo