Gimme the Goods

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

Ayo, Queens get the Money long time no cash

I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast

The fool retaliated so I had to think fast

Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last

Now who the fuck you think is living to this day?

I'm tryna tell these young niggas crime don't pay

They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play

Do your thing, I'll do mine kid stay outta my way"

It's type hard tryna survive in New York state

Can't stop 'til I'm eating off a platinum plate

Po po comes around and tries to dislocate me

Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me

Cause having cash is highly addictive

Especially when you're used to having money to live with

I thought step back look at my life as a whole

Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul

I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helping ya

I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular

Yo, Big Noyd! (What up cousin?) I can't cope

With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope

[Verse 2: Big Noyd:]

Yo I was caught up in the crime

That wasn’t even mine

They wanted me to do two years of time

Two cops pulled up, pointed the gun said “frisk it”

One cop said “that’s the kid with the biscuit”

I started to run, fuck kicking ballistics

The cop looked me in the eye

And said “don’t even risk it”

They found the nine, and jury had claimed

They were saying Big Noyd, they was calling name

If the tool was mine, then I feel no shame

Never seen it in my life, so I knew I was framed

Then I called my boys, “What’s up?

Yo get with it, find outa the punk pussy motherfucker who did it”

Then make them pay, no time to delay

Check out the dreadhead from around the way

My boys got back saying “yeah he’s the one

The reason why you're there for the goddam gun”

He said "I get the bill, you just chill

Before you get out the motherfucker will be killed"

I said “Yeah P, that’s the way you do it

Don’t let the punk motherfucker slide right through it”

You listen to the rhymes, I know that you heard it

Fuck around with me and my crew you getting murdered

Now I’m outta’ jail and the motherfuckers dead

You know who I'm talking 'bout the fucking dread

Put ya nail for the reck, with the motherfucking tec

They caught the dread pumping dope on the corner

Cling cling, boom boom boom, he’s a goner

So one, two, what you gonna’ do P?

I got mad beef niggas wanna’ clap me

But trust me, niggas must be truly for trynna’ do me

'Cause when it’s on I go loony with the fucking tooly

I got love to the thugs and the crack sellers

Stick together going hard like the Good Fellas

We go deep, Mobb Deep

It ain’t nothing sweet

Stick ‘em up then hit ‘em up for the fucking Jeep

We’re on the fliggity flow, yeah you know

Fuck the Po Po, back 'em down let the heat blow

They tryna stop me, these niggas wanna pop me

Swerve to the curve, make-believe that he shot me

The beef is still on, word is bond

But I’mma chill for a while and save a bullet for his mama

[Hook]

I got my mind on this figure

Now it’s time to get paid

Thinking of ways to take loot already made

There’s crime in the air, there ain't time to be afraid

Gimme yours or get laid

Give up the goods or get sprayed

[Verse 3: Havoc]

Hey Yo, ain't no time for faking jacks cause niggas who fake jacks

Get laid on their backs, the streets is real

Can't roll without steel, I feel how I feel

Cause I was born to kill, do what I gotta

To eat a decent meal, niggas is starving

Don't try to find a job son, it's all about robbing

So don't be alarmed when we come through

We supposed to, if you opposed to, get your face blown dude

Off the map, cause I react, attack

A nigga wasn't blessed with wealth, so I act like that

Drug dealing, only fuckin' with bitches thats appealin'

I'm fronting on the world once I start 4-wheeling

Cause back on the 41st Side, we do a ride

Sipping E&J, getting bent all night

Yo, who that? I never seen him in my fucking life, step to his business

Cause it's only right, po-po ain't around so I grab my pound

Money retaliated so I hit the ground, my life is on the line

Gotta hold my projects down, can't see myself getting bodied

By a clown.....ass nigga that ain't even from my town

Hit him up in the chest and now he's laying me down dead

And up from under the benches I started hearing sirens

I stop firing, to cut ass like a diamond, jetted to the cribpiece

What a relief, stashed the heat then proceeded to peep

Out the window, call my son, "yo son we got beef

But no question, money had a problem so I solved him"

[Hook]