Score Points

[Intro: Havoc]

Oh, you tough?

Tough guy now?

Okay

You preyin' on the weak ones over there

I see you, okay

You wouldn't do that shit to a real gangster, nigga

Fuck is up?

Boy, y'all niggas know who to do that shit

Do that shit to me

Do that shit to me, bring that shit over here, yo

What the fuck, yo? Y'all niggas ain't tough

Fuck is going on?

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

Yeah, yo, look

I feel strange every day like somethin' 'bout to happen bad

Prepared for the worst, anticipate the best

I think positive, but my thoughts have undertones

I do my best to keep it balanced, but it thunder rolls

Keep a storm brewin'

Don't make God strike lightning on your body

Get your life ruined

My intuition forces mе to pay attention

Like AK-47s force bullеts through them vests

My eyes pierce you, I see clear through

Too much murder, my emotions are fear-proof

My friends' bodies was riddled with bullets

They killed Yammy with a bat, he ain't see it comin'

They shot my cousin Manu in the face with the Uzi

And we still out here thuggin', yeah, yeah, it's not a movie

Scrubbin' blood out the carpet of the back seat

I'll ride around for days lookin' for you, actually, ah

[Chorus: Prodigy]

Thought you knew somethin', but you ain't know a fuck' thing

We thought you was hard, you really just a soft ting

I'm not a bully, I don't prey on weaklings

You speakin' like you tough, get treated like you mean it

You only score points on a gangster

You only get points if they real

You only score points if they violated

You only earn points if they squeal

[Verse 2: Havoc]

Think about my life and all the moments I could've folded

But never folded, no lies, or sugarcoated

Sit you down like COVID

My brain overloaded with that bullshit

Y'all niggas spit, that's duly noted

You ain't low, nigga, I peeped it, you ain't notice

In the corner, all by my delf, 'cause I'm the chosen

I be knowin' my own strength

Keep these cowards at arm length

I don't sweat or let that shit stress, I trust the process

When it pop off, you disappear like rabbit-in-hat tricks

In that last song, bragged about how you gonna clap shit

All your math wrong, the way you move, lookin' ass-backwards

Perhaps it's the fact you niggas really not factors

They attention whores, chasin' clout 'til they get that bloody mouth

Yap for that money pouch and jewelry things

Yeah, the cat's out the bag, you ain't like that, nigga

Pull they skirt up, they workin' with vagina, nigga

[Chorus: Prodigy]

Thought you knew somethin', but you ain't know a fuck' thing

We thought you was hard, you really just a soft ting

I'm not a bully, I don't prey on weaklings

You speakin' like you tough, get treated like you mean it

You only score points on a gangster

You only get points if they real

You only score points if they violated

You only earn points if they squeal