featuring Havoc



Verse One:



My minds set son got wet Im vexed really

snatched of his rolex smacked his bitch silly

Why niggas actin illy word to willy bout to feel it

I feel it he should of been dealt wit it

Dem niggas sour they put to much flour in they coke

(Hav and Nas: and got the nerve to wonder why they broke)

while we were gleamin niggas was schemin seen the ill beamers

beamin triple beam double in cream had em feenin

to get they fingers on the dosa I called Sossa

Sossa these niggas hit the god bring the toasta

meet me in the Bridge Im about to go loca

He came thru wit two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious

wit two macs inside the Volvo, what up god

I'm still sober, I need some Hen to bend me over

my nigga Hav got soldier. It's goin down it's goin down kid

I heard he might not live, I'm holdin back tears

I told these broads to put it in gear

wit two females that dont sound in they style son

What up son, these niggas done started somethin wild

You know the clique well Ramel with the gold in his grill

tried to get a name holdin the steel

I paid attention to the females, maintain bitches when it gets real

Soss pulled me close and told me the deal

he said both hoes sprayed shots and still handle the wheel

point em out smoke a phill and chill

I layed back Escobar status, me and the Firm got it cornered

we on it shit we was born wit.....



Chorus: Havoc



Spark the Lai, QBC yo its do or die

we in this the business and trifeness

I finesse this for we chef shit, perfect shit

aba asta minds connect wit dangerous sons pull back let the tech lift

lift you up bless you wit a shorty then I set you up...



(repeat one more time -- sub "I" with "we")







Verse Two:



Hold it right there pull over, dat nigga right there

inside the Rover, I knew he be right here I told ya

let's get him now, look at him smile Ice blew over

pull o pull over big links and rockin boulders

He stunting after he left my man like that

without a fair chance to fight back, (Hav and Nas: but I be right back)

He never seen us Soss gave the mac to Venus and Vicious

lookin delicious handle yo business and step to em

shake yo ass try to screw em do

what ya got to do to get to em

A tight parasucco with young faces can turn niggas Buttafuco

of all ages, they was amused with the way they walked way

they talked, only if they knew these girls had sprayed New York

if they had too, heard him ask Venus "Can I have you?"

he jumped out the jeep heard her tell him "Dont grab boo"

they started chattin was only about a minute

flat line they jumped in the back of the jeep laughin

We followed them polian

they probably thought the hoes were Somalian

probably when they hit the Holiday Inn

I grabbed the phone and called the Mobb and them

we layed low about a hour or so these bitches movin too slow

We both holdin, What if them wild hoes started foldin?

Sossa said say no more we started rollin

before we got in they must had shot em, security wildin

there the girls go hurry up we outin

the 940 me, Sossa and two shortys

the punk niggas got murdered in the orgy...



Chorus