featuring Nas & Big Noyd



Verse 1: Nas



Got out the airport the Mobb pick me up in the truck

Jury junkie like fuck I ain't scared to get stuck

So what's the deal poppy?

You heard the feds almost got me

I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby

Negotiatin like an Illuminati network

Don't catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connect

When I lost but back then was my fault

Now it's time to floss

Eye For An Eye what's mine is yours

I need a suite with the flowers

complentary at Trump Towers

Sit at the table we can build for hours

on gettin riches, a cinch, take a glimpse

The World Is Yours written all over the blimps

Here's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginning

From ??? and prima, loads of women rockin linen

I got a plan to blow the Hiroshima, Japan

Movin niggas out tha hood and just divide em with fam

Ay yo, the bitches like G Money said to us, man

about the dick like the horse with the cowboy brand



Chorus 1:



Give it up fast, quick and not slow

Not goin to the tables if it's not about dough

Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin this shit

QBC, nigga grab your click



Verse 2: Havoc, Big Noyd, Prodigy



Yeah son, I'm feelin it

Opposition want me dead, concealin shit

Four gats got me livin, kid

Rushin thru my pyramid

You secondary, go against the grain then you adversary

Had to bury niggas on my side, that snitch

ran his mouth like a bitch

now he's layin in a ditch

Daily dug for himself

On his grave I had to piss

Scud missile never miss you

Hit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star rip thru

You metal deeper, you ain't havin it me either

It's drama, ain't got time for no breathers

Rapper Noyd make these niggas into believers



Huh, huh

Hey Noyd, what up this cat right here, man

Word up!



The tough guy strong me

I guess he got plans to ruin me

He want ta do me slowly but surely

I beat his fast ass a bit early

Grabbed the biased raid, the shit was curly

Put the drome to his dome

Let him know it's never early

You can slide before I snatch the heat from his side

Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes

He was surprised I snatched him up

Regulated his gat and backed him up

Stepped to the side, P blast em up



Hey yo, cannons are rough

You got strucked up, ya strokes slit

So rapper nigga playin thug try to pro shit

(Yo, kill that nigga, man!)

All I remember was I shot for his throat G

You see big guns and 3-D is haunting

It gets deep, fuckin with these Chi-nese

Thai weed burnin my hip from hot gats

Burnin my lips from roach clips

Catch me on 40th and Bootlegger in the a.m.

These *?R-tape meridiam?* cats, insomniacs

Four in the mornin we throwin back some Cognac juice

Lettin gats loose in the blue van blitz-thru

These kids too couldn't find the pistol

Ay yo, I got the Lexus, holdin my necklace

I'm bent off some next shit

Gasoline wick, a kerosene twist

Stumblin, place of my gun right, it's slipped down its calibre

Lookin for chicks that he can stab now

Numbed up for my fiery cup

I held juice of sin's nectar

Saints found they youth

Mega-action, bitches all around ready to fuck

Big asses, you bought all the shit, pressin ya luck

My pipe games like a night train

top speed thru ya warm piece

??? to say the least



Chorus 2:



Give up the pussy fast, quick and not slow

Not goin to the cell if it ain't a freak show

Said you know Mobb Deep is plannin this shit

QBC, niggas grab their click



Chorus 1



Outro: Prodigy



(And that's how it go)

And that's it nigga

(If it ain't a freak show) It ain't a freak show

Y'knowhutI'msayin?

(Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up)

Don't go

(Y'know the deal)

Rapper Noyd, rapper P, Nas, Havoc

To the exit, niggas we out!

What up!

(The Infamous)

It's over baby

(Fuck 9-6 to 9-7)

Tell the rest of the crew