featuring Ty Nitty



* (Bonus Track on CD ROM)



(Chorus / Havoc):

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



Let's start the warfare....



(Ty Nitty):

Yo Ty Nitty airforce one's call up my duns

Got more niggas seeds on sesame buns

Caught a body on the run

You don't want none, lump some

Exort niggas for they lump sum no doubt

Proceed,where that weed indeed

Havoc laced the track razor sharp, you bleed



(Havoc):

My whole mission, like a platoon take position

Ain't goin 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 playin just like a actress

My tactics leavin niggas stuck doin back flips

I black out

Take it to the gats

Fuck this rap shit

Let my niggas shine

Rate my rhymes like a dime



Swollen bullet wounds, head ass niggas



(Prodigy):

Yo,

Who's the one to be made into example

Nigga you pop shit wit the wrong guys this time

What! (gunshots)

My mobb'll get on top ya, topple ya

Like a fall guy you fell down clown

Heard some four pound sound my '86 style now (gunshot)

Ten years later still hold a firm ground

Nigga P thugly

Enter the ring wit something for anyone who wanna play gun

What up G?

I'll clap you stop in your tracks, how about that?

Now analyze these cats wit live nigga rap

You seen strapped, came outside all hype wit gats

Got juiced up, now bishop think he thuggin 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 ----- Keith Murray and his whole clique

Yea, 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 aiight though

I'm a catch ya ass again

You fuckin immigrant ------ for two cent

My Mobb runnin shit you fuckin Carlton Ave coward

The forecast call for gray skies and gun showers



(Chorus / Havoc):

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