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[Intro: Havoc]

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Uh-huh (yeah)

(Yeah)

[Verse 1: Havoc]

We get that paper baby boy, it's easy

You want to be who? You can't be me

Shorty gave me that ass on GP

I'm rolling in a G-500 or the Porsche, roof open

And I know that you're hoping that I fall real soon

But I ain't going nowhere, hate to bust your balloon

And there ain't that much room for all us

Limited space, the game like a tour bus

I won't break, I just take, take and take

Rape and rape, the game 'til there's no more cake

Snitch ass niggas giving up identities

Ain't my fault they making pennies

They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's

Like Hoffa, leave him nowhere to be found, but buried

The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me

Stop scheming on me, baby, cause it ain't that easy

Niggas leave prints cause their palms so greasy

Their mind read easy, I see right through 'em

The AK'll do 'em, like nobody do 'em, don't stop

It's best that you keep it moving, you'll get shot

[Hook: Havoc]

We ain't licking niggas, we ain't busting shots in the air

No warning shots, the fuck out of here

Oh man, homie, hate to do you like this

Oh man, homie, when the tooley go click, click, click

We ain't licking niggas, we ain't busting shots in the air

No warning shots, the fuck out of here

Oh man, homie, hate to do you like this

Oh man, homie, when the tooley go click, click, click

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]

It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York

David got my neck looking like a lightning bolt

I'm in that two-door Range Stormer, my truck plush

And the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus

I need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion

Six hundred ki's, that's fifty-one million

Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones

Since the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phone

Listen homes, everything glisten homes

Yeah, my gun and my rims both sit on chrome

You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the cargo

I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago

My connect is a Cuban named Flaco

With my aim, you a human taco

Meeting shells, yo the feds tryna peep our sales

My daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah

[Hook: Havoc]

We ain't licking niggas, we ain't busting shots in the air

No warning shots, the fuck out of here

Oh man, homie, hate to do you like this

Oh man, homie, when the tooley go click, click, click

We ain't licking niggas, we ain't busting shots in the air

No warning shots, the fuck out of here

Oh man, homie, hate to do you like this

Oh man, homie, when the tooley go click, click, click

[Bridge: Prodigy]

You see me rolling, Mac-10 showing out the window

When you catching me shooting out the Coupe, then switch your lane

You don't want me creeping two miles an hour, with my seat low

Cause I'll hop up out the sunroof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain

[Verse 3: Prodigy]

It's like fee, fie, foe, fum

I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk

One, two, three hundred shots

Finna ring off them things off, and cook the block

Old people, the pets and the kids

Whoever in the way, them strays gon' hit

And we don't give a fuck about the police, nigga

This ain't Manhattan, this Queens, nigga

We're immune to the violence, it's nothing to me

Fuck 'em, they don't give a fuck about P

If they could kill me, believe me, they would

That's why I set it off, and I get 'em real good

When them street, lights, come on, nigga

You best, have, your gun on, nigga

Cause tonight we ride and you die

As soon as I walk up, or drive-by (yeah)

[Hook: Havoc]

We ain't licking niggas, we ain't busting shots in the air

No warning shots, the fuck out of here

Oh man, homie, hate to do you like this

Oh man, homie, when the tooley go click, click, click

We ain't licking niggas, we ain't busting shots in the air

No warning shots, the fuck out of here

Oh man, homie, hate to do you like this

Oh man, homie, when the tooley go click, click, click