In the Long Run

[Intro: Ty Nitty]

In the long run we could be on son

It's on son

[Chorus]

Cause in the long run we could be on son

It's on son, extra cash just for more guns

Cause in the long run we could be on son

It's on son, extra cash just for more guns

[Verse 1: Ty Nitty]

Yo, Ty Nitty, air-force one's call up my dunns

Got more niggas like seeds on sesame buns

Caught a body on the run

You don't want none, lump some

Extort niggas for they lump sum, no doubt

Proceed, where that weed indeed?

Havoc laced the track razor sharp, you bleed

[Verse 2: Havoc]

My whole mission, like a platoon take position

Ain't going in if my clique can't get in

That's word to mines, have you stressed like jail time

Get that loot up, no doubt I bail mines

Easy access, shorty straight up hit the mattress

Have you role-playing just like an actress

My tactics leaving niggas stuck doing back flips

I black out, take it to the gats, fuck this rap shit

Let my niggas shine, rate my rhymes like a dime

[Bridge: Prodigy]

Fucking swollen bullet wound head ass niggas

[Verse 3: Prodigy]

Yo, who's the one to be made into example?

Nigga, you pop shit with the wrong guys this time

What? My Mobb will get on top ya, topple ya

Like a fall guy you fell down, clown

First the four-pound sound, my eighty-six style now

Ten years later still holding firm ground

Nigga P thugly, enter the ring with something

For anyone who wanna play gun, what up G?

I clap you, stop you in your tracks, how bout that?

Now analyze these cats, a live nigga rap

You seen Strapped, came outside all hype with gats

Got juiced up, now bishop think he thugging it black pimp

Let's rap a taste, you get your little head pinched off

Brooklyn touched you then left you for Queens to finish off

Fuck a [faggot nigga] Keith Murray and his whole clique

Yeah, you snuffed me in front of the cops, that bullshit

Told you come around the corner, no police and no witnesses

Little to your knowledge, you almost got shot

But that's a'ight though, I'ma catch your ass again

You fuckin immigrant [I'd murder you and 2Pac] for two cent

My Mobb running shit, you fucking Carlton Ave coward

The forecast call for grey skies and gun showers

[Chorus]

Cause in the long run we could be on son

It's on son, extra cash just for more guns

Cause in the long run we could be on son

It's on son, extra cash just for more guns

[Outro: Ty Nitty, Havoc & Prodigy]

Yea, nigga, what? what? Nigga I knocked your man out, boy

Knocked him out, boy

Knocked him out like a motherfucker, boy

Yo, know what I'm saying?

We gon' be here all night like a motherfucker

Infamous forever

Know what I'm saying?

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

We got it locked, baby

I'll let you know nigga

Got it under control, aight

Niggas ain't ready for us, baby

It's Mobb style, Infamous Mobb, we comin' through, know how we do

We're like the motherfuckin' watchtower yo

Strictly thug

Know what I'm sayin'?

Strictly thug, boy, [?] [?] [?]

To all ya'll niggas

Strictly thug boy, the real thug life, nigga

Permanent scars, like a [?]