[Nas]

Uhh.. (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Q.B. since 1933 (know dat)

To nine-six (nine-six motherfucker)

Check the shit



[Havoc]

Nine-six

Escobar 600



[Nas]

Check the shit

My mindset, son got wet, I'm vexed really

They snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly

Why niggaz actin illy word to Will he bout to feel it

I feel it, he shoulda been dealt wit it

Them niggaz sour, they put to much flour in they coke

And got the nerve to wonder WHY THEY BROKE

While we was gleamin, niggaz was scheamin

Seen the ill Beamers beamin

Triple-beam and doublin cream, had em feenin

to get they fingers on the dosa, I called Sosa

Sosa, these niggaz hit the God, bring the toaster

Meet me in the 'Bridge I'm bout to go loca

Left my 'rat beggin me to stay and stroke her

He came through with two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious

wit two macs inside the Volvo, what up God, I'm still sober

I need some Henn' to bend me over

My nigga Hav got a soldier

It's gettin down it's goin down kid (I got this, I got this)

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

Told these broads, to put it in gear

with two females that don't smile diggin they style yo

Whattup son, these niggaz 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 get real

Sos' pulled me close and told me the deal

He said both hoes'll peel, spray shots and reload

and still handle the wheel, point em out smoke a Phil' then chill

I layed back Escobar status, knowin The Firm got it cornered

We on it, shit we was born wit



Chorus: Havoc