[Havoc]

QBC

About to take over your area!

YO



Left to right protect the life guard my castle

When goin at you take it to the gats if I have to

It's the hassle jealous thugs I suppose squeeze

turn that ass to Swiss cheese leave permanent holes

And to them hoes you know how it go no dough

Cause they subject to wakin with cash and go crazy

Yeah they bangin baby Havoc representin for them niggaz

that don't trick, ladyless, just associates

Appropriate, no doubt, but bust it

I love this rap shit got me fillin mad clips perhaps it's

them fake rappers, but they damn good actors

From population, through the math I subtract them

You hear no laughter, QBC the thug factor

You niggaz ain't worth the punch, back snatch ya

Pitbull attack ya, and half snap ya

Kodak moments I capture, like an escaped

convict, Pearl Harbor, bomb shit

Handle B-I, on some calm shit



[General G]

I can't get enough of it, the rough shit, grenade lyrics

My appearance is thug, rap slug ritual

For every dollar gotta nigga's blood chiseled, the slug sizzle

Pistol-whip tight, night monopoly

Four 380's in the prophecy, the bigger I got

Handle B-I, smoke a C-I, snuff a C-O

Can't You See, I'm the Total, vocals is low blow

Barely soldierable reinformed the man from Nahwan (Nahwan!)

Toe to toe complex the next expert, who's in control?

Episode, ya can't control your fascination

Hell is the name, two guns that look the same

Frame of thought change, first we live then we abort

Cloth Polo Sport, catch a nigga on his sports

Talk back I'll leave ya jacked, rap format, I'm hostile

Wild out for snakeness equals foul

General G, blowin Dutches in the t