So Ill

[Intro: Prodigy]

Yo, Hav, come here

Tell 50 to come here, listen to this shit

Aight, aight

Yeah... yeah...

A lil' story... about a bum-ass nigga

That became the world's richest bum-ass nigga

Hahahaha, woo!

Word up

Fuck all you niggas

A-yo!

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

Man, I been fucked up for so long, and now I'm rich

All the other broke niggas that I used to fuck with

Got that look in they eyes, got that scheme on they face

When I pop up around the way like shit changed

Look here — don't make me put your brains on display

You niggas never really gave a fuck about P

Now it's all about me, and why I don't break bread

Where do he sleep? And how can we break in?

Is he in his Jeep? Or maybe it's the Porsche?

Let's catch him in the V and tear the nigga all up

No! I don't think so!

I'm all in my mirrors and out my windows

I get up out the car with the Desert Eagle

Shorty don't like me, said I got a ego

(Let's get him! Let's get him!)

So she tell niggas they should stick me

Gassin' niggas up to make history

So they take the jux so they can make the books

But I bang the heat when they came for me like..

[Hook x2: Prodigy]

Niggas think they so ill

'Til you make a lil' blood spill

Now you punk-ass niggas know

Fucks with me, it's a must you bleed

[Verse 2: Havoc]

Catch me New York cruisin', stickin' and movin'

Smokin' that sour diesel, on point every time that I blew it

Now, schemin' on me is foolish

Don't think about it, just do it

I put you through it like that hurricane that ran through Houston

You ain't shootin', you ain't scarin' nothin', y'all just flukes

Rob a nigga, strip his ass down to the birthday suit

I never pick grapes, but I cut me a bunch

I'm that nigga in the club watchin' your ass get duffed

Niggas want to hang up once they find they got war with us

And they baby mama sluttin' out there on tour with us

Pass it to the homie once a nigga get bored with her

Almost couldn't nut 'cause your ass keep callin'

And dude frontin' — come on, baby, you ain't got them guns

All you got is that rusty ass revolver, son

And you can't fool me, I know they borrowed, nigga

Niggas think that they ill, but the Mobb is iller

You ain't a gangsta!

[Hook x2: Prodigy]

Niggas think they so ill

'Til you make a little blood spill

Now you punk-ass niggas know

Fucks with me, it's a must you bleed