Pour The Henny

[Intro: Havoc]

Yeah, yo, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Havoc]

Lord forgive me, pour the Henny, punish many

My word bond, not James Bond or Moneypenny

Talk friendly, or the Des E make confetti

In the cut like machete 'til I'm ready

QB, baby, we rise to the occasion

Didn't know niggas is soon to be awakened

Out they sleep with the truth in they faces

Yellin', "Fuck the world," I'm out here makin' new races

Middle finger to a racist

Hammer out, tell a coward take ten paces

Limеstone over the body, no tracеs

Just the basics, the other way, fake shit

Stay gripped, life my main bitch, protect that

Tell you what it is, this that you-ain't-gotta-guess rap

Everything a lesson, to a fool, it's a setback

Shorty love my style, guess where she keep her legs wrapped, nigga (Yeah)

[Chorus: Havoc]

Middle finger to our enemies

I'ma hold it down even if I catch a felony

Yeah, open season, open sesame

Anybody violate, gotta give 'em all the best of me

Doin' shit that I wouldn't ordinarily

I'm laid back 'til they came back with that jealousy

But this music is my therapy

Y'all niggas lucky 'cause I'll make you all memories

[Verse 2: Prodigy & Havoc]

Writin' in my nocturnal journal to a dark beat

On a cold dark night, I came up with these

Four hundred words that best describe me

And my lifestyle, I'm not like you, I'm unique

In the twilight, I shine bright and get my mind right

I was born under the full moon

And I'll die starin' up at the cosmos

Laid out 'til my heart come to a stop and then my eyes close

I lived a full life, don't cry for me

A real-life king of New York, the top of the heap

I did songs with Mary J. Blige, my nigga

Mariah Carey, Big Pun, and Nas, my nigga

I did tours with Biggie Smalls, my nigga

Eminem, 50 Cent, I did it all, my nigga

The shows, the hotels, and the afterparties

When that sun goes down, yeah, the moon shine for me, cuz (Yeah)

[Chorus: Havoc]

Middle finger to our enemies

I'ma hold it down even if I catch a felony

Yeah, open season, open sesame

Anybody violate, gotta give 'em all the best of me

Doin' shit that I wouldn't ordinarily

I'm laid back 'til they came back with that jealousy

But this music is my therapy

Y'all niggas lucky 'cause I'll make you all memories

[Verse 3: Nas & Havoc]

You could be bored to death or even die laughin'

Both while you still livin', hopeful in high fashion

Talk what I been through in life, what I encountered

It's sorta like blowin' a trumpet, makin' announcements

A sermon that's disturbin' to a serpent

A blessin' to anyone in attendance as soon as you hear the verbiage

I'm Mr. Throw-Your-Frame-in-a-Stretcher-If-You-Deserve-It

Reverse prophetic, I sell you truth hidden in verses

Whatever come out of Satan mouth is a lie perverted

It's hell out here, so keep God close on purpose

Life is a small hill to a mountain climber

I'm a ten-time champion, real-life survivor

I've been on the ropes a few times, probably been almost smoked a few times

But everything will evolve in due time (Due time)

I know that this ending is not the end

Just some new beginnings; for P, we pour out some Hen' (Yeah)

We miss you

[Chorus: Havoc]

Middle finger to our enemies

I'ma hold it down even if I catch a felony

Yeah, open season, open sesame

Anybody violate, gotta give 'em all the best of me

Doin' shit that I wouldn't ordinarily

I'm laid back 'til they came back with that jealousy

But this music is my therapy

Y'all niggas lucky 'cause I'll make you all memories