Give Up the Goods (Just Step)

[Intro: Prodigy & Big Noyd]

Word up, man, you know what I'm sayin'?

So I be tellin' these niggas, man

Shit ain't a game, man

Tell 'em, dunn, man

Let them niggas know, man

Shit is real, kid, word up

Know what I'm sayin'?

Shit is definitely real, boy

Yeah, we tryna get this loot anyway, man

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

A-yo, Queens get the money, long time no cash

I'm caught up in the hustle where 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 livin' to this day?

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

They looked at me and said, "Queens 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

But can't stop 'til I'm eatin' off a platinum plate

Po-po comes around and tries to relocate me

Lock me up forever, but they can't deflate me

'Cause havin' cash is highly addictive

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

I pause, 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 helpin' ya

I'm tryna get this Lexus up, 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, it's the R-A-double-P-E-R N-O-Y-D

Niggas can't fuck with me!

Comin' straight outta QB, pushin' the Infiniti

You ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally? Definitely

To the death of me, come and test me

Trust me, nigga can't touch me if he snuffed me

So bust me, you're gonna have to 'cause I'ma blast you

My lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual

I'm born with it, I'm gettin' on with it

And I'ma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone with it

'Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore, a lyrical destructor

Don't make me buck ya, 'cause I'm a wild motherfucker

You know I flow, you know my steelo

Even pack my gat when I go to see my P.O. 

Jump out my hooptie, pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty

In case my P.O. try to troop me to the Island, and if I start wildin'

Flippin' on niggas walkin' around with the nice gold medallions

But she didn't violate me, so I escaped, see?

Back to Queens, pumpin' the fiends, makin' more C.R.E.A.M. 

Know what I mean? I'm a natural born hustler

Won't try to cut ya, pull out my .44 and bust ya

[Verse 3: Havoc]

Yo, ain't no time for fakin' jax

'Cause brothers that fake jax get laid on they 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, brothers is starvin'

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

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

Drug dealin', only mess with shorties that's appealin'

I'm frontin' on the world once I start 4-wheelin'

'Cause back on the 41st Side, we do it right

Sippin' E&J, gettin' bent all night

Yo, who that? I never seen him in my whole 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 gettin' bodied by a clown

Ass nigga that ain't even from my town

Hit him up in the chest, now he's layin' man down

Jetted up from under the benches, I started hearin' sirens

I stopped firin', to cut ass like a diamond

Jetted to the crib piece, what a relief

Stashed the heat, then proceeded to peep

Out the window, called my son, "Yo, son, we got beef"

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

[Bridge: Prodigy]

I got my mind on a stick-up, now it's time to get paid

Thinkin' of ways to take loot already made

There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid

Gimme yours or get laid

Give up the goods or get sprayed

[Verse 4: Prodigy]

I got lots of love, for my crew that is

No love for them other crews and rival kids

All them outta-town niggas know what time it is

And if they don't, they need to buy a watch, word up

Caught up in the crossfire, get theyself hurt up

While I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup

On a park bench on 12th Street, my whole crew's famous

You tried to bust your gat and keep it real, but you nameless

First of all, slow down, you on the wrong route

Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about

The street life ain't nothin' to play with

No jokes, no games, kid

For years, I been doin' the same shit

Just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids

Extortin' crack heads, and stickin' up the stick-up kids