Note: During the whole song you can hear talkings in the background



(Intro)



Word up son, word

yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas

(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open)

for real niggas who ain't got no feelings

(keep your eyes open)

(no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this)

(just watch my back, I got this first, yo)

check it out now

(word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda)



[Prodigy]

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous

you heard of us

official Queensbridge murderers

the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware

of my crime family who got nuff shots to share

for all of those who wanna profile and pose

rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone

you all alone in these streets, cousin

every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'

and keep them shook crews runnin'

like they supposed to

they come around but they never come close to

I can see it inside your face

you're in the wrong place

cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up

with bullet holes and such

speak the wrong words man and you will get touched

you can put your whole army against my team and

I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'

your simple words just don't move me

you're minor, we're major

you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player

don't make me have to call your name out

your crew is featherweight

my gunshots'll make you levitate

I'm only nineteen but my mind is old

and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold

another nigga deceased, another story gets told

it ain't nothin' really

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