Mobb Deep Album

[Havoc]
Go get your rachet my homie, we not havin that
get 'em in the club when that shit jam packed
keep thinkin its a game get your man tooks
I'm never under pressure, never seen hands shook
blood money album drop, hell broke loose
all the drama ain't no tellin who I'm gonna shoot
check my motherfuckin resume, catch Hav where
the motherfuckin chedder be, slide through with your own risk
chain gat on the train with your low bitch
tears drop cause death is a tear jerker
whether shot or strapped up to a steel gurder
its foul how they took out tookie
all this foul shit I did they should have took me, smokie
smoke it mmmmm thats a slow toke
liquer for the homies, gonna small toast

[Hook - repeat 2X]
I'm holdin, cock back nigga move slow
the moment, sqeeze the trigga of the fo fo
you notice, niggaz snitchin for the po po
I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke

[Prodigy]
I smoke that nigga like a purple stick
smoke a bitch pussy till she walk with a limp
elemental P, heavy metal things when my 2007 guns is
plastic for you crackheads, the new crack is Mobb Deep
put the pipe down pick up the CD, in a hood near you
we got all the things, they sell they couch, and they TV
just so they can get a few tokes of the dope
new shit from Hav and shit P wrote, yo they passin new laws
so they can bann us, cause our shit is so strong niggaz jaws be stuck
twisted, twisted and they throwin up, they nausious
because it the porshes we clutch, its a love hate thing
we got wut these fiends dunn, they hate when we gone
and love when we re-up

[Hook]

Smoke it, smoke it, smoke, smoke it (*repeat to fade out*)

[Prodigy]
Yeah, yeah..
Payback..

[Hook: Prodigy] - repeat 2X
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place

[Prodigy]
Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves
Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas
Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm
Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls
Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard
Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone
Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those
Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals
You get a quiet spot in the shade, for a grave
I get paid, 'cause I got murder 'fore sixteen
And I'm so much rich, I got a condo for a piggy bank
So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face
Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
If you can't whip they ass, then niggaz get shot (shot, shot)

[Hook] - repeat 2X

[Havoc]
Waist.. yo, I was raised by the block and new to the sound of the gun shots
Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop
Block party departed, somebody got bodied
Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie
Yeah, young dude wit' jewels and barrel lens
Heavy bones on the deuce, flickin' it up in the mix
Fast forward to '06, gettin' head in the '06
Have a chick, feelin' like she workin' out on that Bow-Flex
I'm focused, looked through my lens, see my vision
Surprise myself and came through without one spool missin'
From that hallway kissin', there was room in the Carlton
I can smell it in the air, P in that next room sparkin'
Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele' hoe
You don't do the tele', oh, fuck it bitch you gotta go
Workin' wit' a lot of dough, and a little bit of time
Bitch I wanna fuck, I don't wanna know what's on ya mind

[Hook] - repeat 2X

[Prodigy]
Yeah, I know you can't believe it.. WHOO!
We still soakin' it all in ourselves
Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga), V.I.P. (yeah)
It's our means.. Curtis.. "Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson
Go 'head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich
You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more
Ya money is old nigga.. smell that? That's new money nigga
We filthy rotten rich.. (yeah) and we taken advantage (let's do it)
G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep {*Prodigy making gun noises*}

[Havoc]
Woooh, yeah, you can get with this, or you can get with that
I don't got to tell you hoe, you know I got that crack
Three for the price of one, you know I have you comin' back
You can have me a P.O. absolute, and it's a rap
It's a fact, niggaz know, fuck with us you gettin' clapped
No I won't, say your name, cause it just put you on the map
And I ain't, into lettin' niggaz eat, no never that
Shorty love the way I swing my game, I got a better bat
Know I'm lethal with this rap shit, c'mon baby holla back
Cut that juggler, you bleedin', no there ain't no stoppin' that
I don't sleep, my eyes open, maybe a good powernap
Spit a verse, then I eventually watch the cheddar stack
I'm shittin' on niggaz, shittin' like it's a ??
This a standin' ovation for homey, with a Tek clap
F that, we takin' over baby, and that's that
Catch me fuckin' with a bitch that can't stand rap

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]
I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me
Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money
There go police, shorty just hold for me, hold for me
You want to work? Then pump this O for me, O for me

[Prodigy]
Gunpowder resi' on the sleeve of my Pelle
I had to burn my leather, and toss (My Buddy)
Two hundred calls comin' in on my celly
I had to cut the ringer, like "Fuck e'rybody"
Drive the bulletproof all the way to Cali
Lay low for a month or so - gettin' very
High - where I'm goin' it gets my mind of the bones
Back on the East Coast I bury
Now I'm partyin' with Halle Berry
This Hollywood shit'll catch you slippin' if you let it
So niggaz started grillin' me
Like they was gon' take my things, so I assumed I had to set it
Now it's blood splashed all on the ice in my jewellery
They don't know who did it, cause I did it smoothly
Take my ass back to Queens
It's not like I look for trouble, it seems trouble always finds me, then

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]

[Lloyd Banks]
Look, I got tons of old beef, and a brand new forty
A hardcore groupie that would take a bullet for me
A high-priced lawyer, just in case a nigga snap
And can't take a joke, and pop a nigga over rap
A horrible splatter in a matter of a second
Dead over a record, shit he sound like he meant it
My crew greater, yeah I'm talkin' to you hater
I'm too major, two-tone blue gator
New blazer, big gun, little razor
So raise up, that ain't how your momma raised ya
They wire-tappin' to hear somethin', they ear-hustlin'
They won't bust him, why they came in and handcuffed him
It's nothin', there's more 'mati's (automatics) at the spot
One flat tire's gon' matter if they pop
I pop up tomorrow with the wagon off the lot
Stashbox, with the nine magnum with a wop

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]

[Intro: Havoc]
thats that creep
creep mode baby we in creep mode
come around here baby
shinnin like that

[Havoc]
its crazy on this side, come thru gun thru
ohh ya man live out here Dont go and get comfortable
Dont know what he told you, aint sweet around here
and i dont care what he told you it aint sweet around here
see me ridin in that infiniti, now thats not fair
whats that a two thousand and six? okay
playboy we got bombs detinate all day
and you comin straight thru the hood, straight ????
we takin medium rare, grill to bakin us
Lettin that ??? not ???? for the bait
Oh You ment, you a local Guess what she bait
She dont know right now but trust me the bitch bait
Im gonan get all in her business cause shorty is madd cool
My mans was diggen that and she a little bit national
first time we catch you comin out of the buildin we snatchin you
And takin whats your, first thing we askin you is...

[Chorus: Havoc]
Fuck brought your ass round here
Like you somebody lookin like you the playa of ?? boy
Fuck brought your ass round here
This Queens little homie Get caught around here yah
Fuck brought your ass round here
Comin thru for these bitches, shit happen around here yah
Fuck brought your ass round here
Like niggas got somethin to live for round here

[Prodigy]
You ask me, all these rappers is bums
Hav show me the flow and i ran wit it dun
I mean really, you gotta be the most worst
rap shit i ever herd, compare to a P verse
We emerge on the scene, everything seen
than stop... watch as they bling bling
nigga wanna swing swing, they must show
And once we get in they ear, thats a rap broo
Our songs good to go, stragiht to the radiOO
Flex easy on the palm, let the niggas here the flow
of americas most, dangerous to have fans
new york new york, we the kings of the thang
party too much, smoke too much grass
and we never see the bright side, we only see the bad
Fuck all that, thers a lot of niggas dead
And i wont let em get me how they got them

[Chorus: Havoc]
Fuck brought your ass round here
Like you somebody lookin like you the playa of ?? boy
Fuck brought your ass round here
This Queens little homie Get caught around here yah
Fuck brought your ass round here
Comin thru for these bitches, shit happen around here yah
Fuck brought your ass round here
Like niggas got somethin to live for round here

[50 Cent]
yeah cock that, aim that, squeze that, shoot the steal
cadilac coop deville, wood grain on the wheel
cocain in the pot, baking soda, water hot
when the ice cubes drop, look at that, thaaaats craaack
bag that, nigga stack, black hoodie, fitted hat
grimey nigga wit a gat, screamin where the money at
my hood, southside, riders ride, thats riiight
ya yoooo he know, banks know, buck know
shit it aint about the dough, i aint really wit it yo
camoflauged on the low, ridin round with the heat
I aint say whats up to you, nigga you dont know me
im on the griiind all time, heavy shine and the nine
clip filled to the tips, stunt ill get on some shit
different day different bitch, old hooptie new kicks
oldsmobile fuck that, no rims, hub caps
keep my eyes open for the niggas i done buck that!! grrrrrrr

[Chorus: Havoc]
Fuck brought your ass round here
Like you somebody lookin like you the playa of ?? boy
Fuck brought your ass round here
This Queens little homie Get caught around here yah
Fuck brought your ass round here
Comin thru for these bitches, shit happen around here yah
Fuck brought your ass round here
Like niggas got somethin to live for round here

[Havoc]
C'mon, yeah yo, it's all about the murders and the killings
Bitches they catch feelings, niggaz mixin'
Business with pleasure won't measure, will it?
Summer's my home skillet, just came home from penet'
I tried to look out for him, now I can't fuck with him
He had distorted vision, thought I ain't deserve this
How he the streets, and I ain't put no work in
Nigga I ain't lock you and take all your years
You the nigga that was careless, get the fuck out of here
Yeah, blood, sweat, and tears, every buck I made
I ain't complain when you was hustlin' and I leave paid
Yeah I'm up, boilin' blood to see me bust
Even worse they ask for help, like I'm the Red Cross
I don't knock niggaz when they down, I try to lift 'em
But they tried to get all in my shoes, like they could fit 'em
Can't happen overnight, when it comes to winnin' (Naw)
It's a ten year road, but niggaz ain't tryin' to hear it

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]
Orders that we makin', they be takin' too easy
Niggaz can't get any money cause they palms so greasy
Don't know how they survivin' though, they wish they could be
Niggaz better watch they mouth, or stop speakin' so freely

[Prodigy]
You listenin' to the world's most Infamous
This is different than what you used to
Them other niggaz, they ain't killin' it
We come through militant, niggaz be grillin' it
Screwin' up they face, but my adrenaline
Is at a maximum, I can't be touched
Just as soon niggaz move, niggaz get tore up
We so confidant in ourselves, it's not fair
While you still tryin' to overcome your childhood fears
We settin' up shop, takin' over the blocks
In e'ry hood, e'ry boy, and e'ry girl gon' cop
Now we chillin' in, new airplanes and Rolls Royces
My watch is my president - and guess who's the first lady?
Yeah, my big fat princess cut
She a little overweight, but I love her so much
So charged up right now, you niggaz better stop
If I squeeze we gon' breeze to the top of the charts

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]

[Prodigy]
It seems like, ever since a nigga became multi
Every women on planet Earth got their eyes
On the kid; they all wanna touch
On a nigga skin, they love me so much
They all got P on they brain
And at the show they do anything to get backstage
Just so they can hug 50, and kiss on Banks
After we all get a turn, the broads said, "Thanks."
Shit, just last month a nigga wasn't shit
Now I finger pop dimes, with diamonds on my fists
Niggaz bringing me they girl like, "You can have my bitch
Just help me get down with the G-unit!"
Man, little groupies - they make me sick
You ain't getting in the after party unless you're a chick
And bitch, you ain't getting in the hotel - unless we grip
And you're gonna look fine, plus suck a mean dick (woah)

[Hook: Prodigy]
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl - I know I seen your face before
Turn around - yeah I know, I recognize that ass
You was at the last show with your backstage pass
[repeat]

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Shorty what's up? You know you wanna roll with a nigga
I'm trying to fuck - if you decide to go with a nigga
I'll tear it up - in the tele you'll be loving a nigga
I'll work that, work that - yeah, I'll work that, work that

[Havoc]
It's funny how a bitch'll make her way backstage
Harder than the politician on the campaigne
No games baby girl, gotta do the damn thing
Let me see you back it up till you pull a hamstring
Face fuck, girl go for broke
So hard, leave stretch marks up in her throat
Then Havoc on the floor
I don't need to get her number - she'll be at the next show
Half-ass dress, smelling like sex
Dried up nutt on her neck
They don't call us the master of the tour (?) for nothing
We destroy good girls; send them home with pussy soft from fucking
Catch 'em in the morning and somebody White-T'd
And that's the kind of bitch that you call wifey
She'll do it anywhere from the tele to the tour bus
Here's the hot line bitch, call us

[Hook: Prodigy]
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl - I know I seen your face before
Turn around - yeah I know, I recognize that ass
You was at the last show with your backstage pass
[repeat]

Havoc Chorus-
Yeah..
If you gon' give it to me baby, give it to me
don't play games, jus' give it to me baby
the waitin' is drivin' me crazy
you can have it how you like it girl we could get it on tonight
i'm gon' give it to you baby
i aint playin' games i'ma give it to you baby
the waitin'z been drivin' you crazy
your place or mine baby it's goin' down tonight

Havoc Verse-
Yo..
Girl quit playin' why you tryin' to stall me
not on the first night come on that shit corny
i'm tired of finger fuckin' this phone
phone calls bore me you got me horny
is you against me or is you for me
is you into dick pleasin' if so you leavin'
cell phones off so they won't be ringin'
might aswell get off when you get home you beastin'
motherfucker already think you cheatin'
homie wouldda cried then give him a reason
i'm tired of you tellin' me how he's cheatin'
girl don't get mad get even..

Havoc Chorus-
If you gon' give it to me baby, give it to me
don't play games, jus' give it to me baby
the waitin' is drivin' me crazy
you can have it how you like it girl we could get it on tonight
i'm gon' give it to you baby
i aint playin' games i'ma give it to you baby
the waitin'z been drivin' you crazy
your place or mine baby it's goin' down tonight

Young Buck Verse-
Don't hurt nobody when you move that thang
you a make a nigga jus' lose his brain
when you make that ass clap and swing your hips
put your head in my lap then lick your lips
come on dip baby dip, yeah i'm about my pimp
with a whole lotta ice twenty-fours on my whip
you can all take a trip the after party
thirty two room mansion and ten garages
make a home flick, how them real minagés
so tell your girls it's just me and my partners
we don't throw dollaz we start with twenty's
and there's more where that came from, come get with it, yeah..

Havoc Chorus-
If you gon' give it to me baby, give it to me
don't play games, jus' give it to me baby
the waitin' is drivin' me crazy
you can have it how you like it girl we could get it on tonight
i'm gon' give it to you baby
i aint playin' games i'ma give it to you baby
the waitin'z been drivin' you crazy
your place or mine baby it's goin' down tonight

Prodigy Verse-
Yo yo..
I just wanna get you hot and wet
i'm so seductive i make 'um fiend for the sex
i just wanna stroke your brain
for the first half hour then i smoke your thang
this is exclusive sex we a star couple
on the lee-low though we too much trouble
and your friend's is hot, and my friend's is the shit
we can have our own private party at the crib
the haze the licks, your legs can sit
on top of my shoulders while i'm goin' in
yeah i talk dirty and we jus' met
but you feelin' the vibe you gotta admit..

Havoc Chorus-
If you gon' give it to me baby, give it to me
don't play games, jus' give it to me baby
the waitin' is drivin' me crazy
you can have it how you like it girl we could get it on tonight
i'm gon' give it to you baby
i aint playin' games i'ma give it to you baby
the waitin'z been drivin' you crazy
your place or mine baby it's goin' down tonight

[Havoc]
We get that paper baby boy, it's easy
You want to be who? You can't be me
Shorty gave me that ass on GP
Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open
And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon
But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloon
And there ain't that much room for all us
Limited space, the game like a tour bus
I won't break, I just take, take and take
Rape and rape, the game til there's no more cake
Snitch ass niggaz givin' up identities
Ain't my fort© makin' pennies
They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's
Like ??, leavin' nowhere to be found but buried
The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me
Stop schemin' on me baby, it ain't that easy
Niggaz leave prints cause their palms so greasy
Their mind read easy, I see right through 'em
The AK'll do em, like nobody ?? 'em
Stop, it's best that you keep it movin', you'll get shot

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

[Tony Yayo]
It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin' like a lightning bolt
I'm in that two-door Range Stormer
My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus
I need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion
Six hundred ki's, that's fifty-one million
Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones
Since the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phone
Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload
I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago
My connect is a Cuban named Flaco
With my aim, you a human taco
Meetin' shells, yo the feds tryin' to peep our sales
My daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]

[Prodigy]
You see me rollin', Mack-10 showin' out the window
When you catchin' me shootin' out the coup, then switch your lane
You don't want me creepin' two miles an hour, with my seat low
Cause I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain
It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk
One, two, three hundred shots
Fittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the block
Old people, the pets and the kids
Whoever in the way, them strays gon' hit
And we don't give a fuck about the police nigga
This ain't Manhattan, this Queens nigga
We're immune to the violence, it's nothin' to me
Fuck 'em - they don't give a fuck about P
If they could kill me, believe me, they would
That's why I set it off, and I get 'em real good
When them street, lights, come on nigga
You best, have, your gun on nigga
Cause tonight we ride (Growl) and you die (Growl)
As soon as I walk up, or drive-by

[Hook: Havoc - 2X]

f/ 50 Cent

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Now if you followed my footsteps and walked through my shoes
You wouldn't go against me cause you know you would lose
It's been along time comin I done paid my dues
Now everytime I turn around it's like I'm back in the news
I know alot of niggaz want me wearin cement shoes
And Uncle Tom niggaz wanna see me locked up to
Around the same time KRS was writin Black Cop
I was busy tryin to pump cracks in the black blocks
Poppin shit to my homeys about how my gat pop
Got rid of that chrome thing and got back a black glock
P ninety hold ten but I had six shots
I used to walk around with it and risk gettin knocked
I bought a fresh box of bullets from Old Man Sam
Wanted to shoot a nigga so bad it was itchin my hand
Some shot it out with me, and some of them ran
And some of them dashed were good and some of them jammed

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

[Verse 2: Havoc]
Now if you take a good look and look into my face
And if they wouldn't even dare to violate my space
Som I did so much dirt I'm tryin to clean my slate
And ate so many niggaz food and now they want mines ate
The dogs bark when I walk and since the souls I took
Moms pray for me with her right hand on the good book
Saw shots fly by me no I shouldn't been trippin
The Pulp Fiction must have been God's divine intervention
Wouldn't thought then from that, I learned my lesson
And clean my act up and go straight to perfection
Uncle La got knocked the feds hit it with seven
And left me with the fifty cal and a mac eleven
Start everything from everything from heads to the worries
And had half the hood damn near watned to mirk us
Found myself askin God what the fuck is my purpose
You go to heaven, know I'm foul but put a good word in

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
Now homey if I go to hell and you make it to the pearly gates
Tell the boss man we got beef
And tell his only son I'm a see him when I see him
And when I see him, I'm a beat him like a movie
For leavin us out to dry on stariught poverty
For not showin me no signs they watchin over me
Yo! We a new breed in two thousand six
We don't give a fuck about that religious bullshit
Nigga show me where the cash at
The nice whips with the three car garage to fit them shits
Man my life is painful, pray to angels
I'm prayin to myself hopin I ain't got to spank you
My bullets shank you, and when my guns start cuttin, ain't nobody 'gon save you
In the bible times, they ain't had to deal with the shit
We dealin within, these survival times

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

Nyce Intro-
Yeah..
It's The Unit man..
Nobody do it like we do it you nahimsayin'..
Straight G's nigga..
G's up nigga..
Infamous Mobb Deep Nigga..
Y'all know what time it is man..
We clip up over here nigga..

What's Your Name Fool?

Prodigy Chorus-
Capital P, Bandanna P, V-I-P, M-V-P
R-S-V-P or R-I-P, V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P

Prodigy Bridge-
P-C-P, P get piecy with the hoes
first they gotta come bless me
i'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris'
heavy on the waist memorise what i say, so..

Prodigy Verse-
When this shit goes down
you won't be surprised how this shit turns out
i'm a gangsta you try my hand and get cut
and Hav by the raft for the AK dunn
i'm a menace, a millionaire, rich and i'm ruthless
you got plans at gettin' at P, don't do it
i'm a terror, white people call me black hearted nigga
my baby mom'z left me cuz she couldn't put up with my foul attitude
i'm so fucked up, and i love it
it got me to where i'm at dunn
if i had it to do over, i wouldn't change a thing
i would still shoot at world and his mom'z for that chain
i would still get cut and would still catch a fade
by the older thugs around the way (what?)
i would still get cut and would still catch a fade
by the older thugs around the way

Nyce-
What's Your Name Fool?

Prodigy Chorus-
Capital P, Bandanna P, V-I-P, M-V-P
R-S-V-P or R-I-P, V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P, and..

Havoc Bridge-
H-A-V, H get piecy with your hoes
first they gotta come bless me
i'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris'
heavy on the waist memorise what i say..

Havoc Verse-
This is '06, '07, '08
you old school, fuck out my face
who cares if you buyin' the rap
now these rich little bastards got it on smash
we a new breed, not from the same game
cut from the same cloth not from the same vein
if money if flyin' out your mouth from talkin'
then no comprende, your leg would just bond
if your body language don't calm down humbly
homicide homie if you move too suddenly
and don't fidget with your fingers
cuz we would take that for a gang sign nigga
revenge is food that tastes best served cold
but we like it better when it's fresh off the stove
you could get keep your things, we want your soul
so hot, even Satan gotta go..

Nyce-
What's Your Name Fool?

Havoc Chorus-
Capital H, A-V-O-C, H class diamonds, H-S-B-C
H killin' all these producers with his beats
back seat of the H-3 you H-O-E

Havoc Bridge-
H-A-V, H get piecy with your hoes
first they gotta come bless me
i'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris'
heavy on the waist memorise what i say..

Nyce Outro-
Yeah.. Hahaha..
Hollywood Hav nigga..
Las Vegas P nigga.. Hahaha..
Nyce nigga..
Ya' niggaz know what time it is man..
Real G'z over here nigga.. Haha..
P.. what's up nigga give me the word nigga..
I ride on these bitch ass industry niggaz all day nigga..
This is what we do ya' heard.. Hahaha..
Yeah man we stuntin' them Porsche's too nigga back to back you bitch ass niggaz..
Ghea!..
We got money nigga..
Holla at me you bitch ass niggaz..
I hate ya' niggaz man.. Hahaha..
I fuckin' hate y'all man..
Word up man..
But we ridin' out though you kno' i'm sayin..
MBK style.. Mobb Deep Style nigga!
Ya' niggaz know what time it is nigga..
Ride out nigga!...

Prodigy Chorus-
Daydreamin' the dirt bikes and four-wheelers
shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
hats and jacket, shirt pants and sneakers
that brand new car smell, we schemin'
Daydreamin' the pent-houses in LA
the illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
can't wait to its my turn to get dough
so i ain' gotta fuckin' daydream no more

Prodigy Verse-
Comin' up we ain' have much a lotta can food
cereal in the white box with sour milk too
my mom's couldn't buy me the shoes i want
we put on lay-away on shit that only cost a few bucks
in school they had shell-toe i had Olivians
with the weak ass Velcro, lookin' ridiculous
i knew way back then we had to step it up
cuz waitin' for the bus in the snow wasn't us
me and Hav took the train from Manhattan to Coney
everyday and night just so we can get our songs done
we had guns, weed and a couple of forty's
if we got lucky on the way, we could Jux sum'in
we used to watch video music box
and pray maybe one day we can get a shot outside
my niggaz had all that shit you see on tv
from money that they made off the block

Prodigy Chorus-
Daydreamin' the dirt bikes and four-wheelers
shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
hats and jacket, shirt pants and sneakers
that brand new car smell, we schemin'
Daydreamin' the pent-houses in LA
the illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
can't wait to its my turn to get dough
so i ain' gotta fuckin' daydream no more

Havoc Verse-
My daydreams is more like nightmares
i visioned bulletproof cars scooped up time shares
my friends that'd turned cuz it not their turn
and how the streets gon' be when they release fur
when i get that million bucks, will i remain the same
or will i have to get it niggaz cuz they sayin' i changed
well everybody wanna ball, be my friend and leech
will niggaz put me to the test, happy clappin' the heat
i used to think bein' rich ain't all that bad
a far cry from a dream was all i had
do i got the right team or they ridin' for cash
would they jump in front of me when them cameras flash
is hip-hop police gon' be up my ass
can leave the heat under the seat, gotta find a better stash
gotta grip let my seats, cuz that bitch Uncle Sam
invade your space when you invade his tax..

Prodigy Chorus-
Daydreamin' the dirt bikes and four-wheelers
shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
hats and jacket, shirt pants and sneakers
that brand new car smell, we schemin'
Daydreamin' the pent-houses in LA
the illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
can't wait to its my turn to get dough
so i ain' gotta fuckin' daydream no more

(feat. 50 Cent)

[Prodigy]
Just when you thought it was safe to come out
Infamous all in your face, in your mouth
That's right, niggaz best to stay up in the house
Watch we getting our money, for the two thou'
Nigga, P back out in the streets, so what now?
Strictly for the ghettos and hoods, in your town
Pableek(?) got bundles of drugs in your town
Like crack, coke and dope - remember me now?
Queen Bridge motherfucker we'll blow your house down
We the big bad wolf that'll eat your food clown
I ain't gotta huff and puff you know my style
Calm as fuck, I just let my gun wild out
I got cash motherfucker I could have you touched
But I rather be hands on with that son
Certain things, you just gotta perform youself son
When I start busting I don't stop till I hitting, c'mon

[Hook: 50 Cent + (Prodigy)]
Everybody got gangs everybody got clicks
But they ain't like this (the Infamous)
Everybody can't afford to live the lifestyle
Of the young, black and rich (the Infamous)
You ain't crazy, don't make me show you
Why they call us this (the Infamous)
We own the streets - who basically control
This rap shit - G-g-g-g-g-g-g-unit!

[Havoc]
We got the most gangsta shit, the second most biggest projects
We sold the most crack, since '86
We don't handle a lot of pricks, we the most thug
You think you're dirty over there, but we're more dirtier
We last more longer than them; more songs than them
More money for us, more broads than them
We get the most love in the streets
I had the most tattoos, ever since thirteen
P got the most now; our guns are the most loud
With enough bullets to down mostly the whole crowd
We drink the most Henny, yeah me and Jake
We smoke the most weed, that's mostly the haze
Get the most (?) kicked on a nigga's face
Gotta be the most idiot nigga on the face
Of the Earth, to ever let the thought cross your head
That we're not the most likely to pop off kid

[Hook]

[Prodigy]
Right now, I change guns with the season
When I was young I bought Ninja Stars on Jamaica Ave
Hitting trees then; started hitting trees then
We ran the train on the girls and on my family dance schools
We was beasting, little young heaven
I had the rainbow knife, and when I got my first gun I was cheesing
I couldn't believe it; I had the power of life or death
In the palm of my hands, fiending
But quickly to be scheming; if you choose to front on me
That leaves me with no choice but to start squeezing
And I hope they stop breathing
Because if they do pull through, in the hospital beds
They'll be squealing - talking to these D's man
They don't waste no time, they want answers
Even if you're still bleeding
Homey I'm on the fleezy
I ain't got no time neither I'm making money off of this - it's too easy!

[Hook]

[Havoc]
Yea I want you baby, I'm glad you here
I'ma take good care of you, I'm gonna put you right there
I ain't letting' you go this time, nah you gonna stay right here
I'ma call you money baby, money

[Verse - Havoc]
It started bout 7 when I realized ya worth
Sold drugs to put you all alone with this purse
Took a backseat, cause family came first
Holes in my sneakers and shirt
I turned 13, now lil' niggaz sellin' coke
50 4 1l's yea I copped 'em for them hoes
But you left without warning, I guess it was a lesson
I had you but you showed me no affection
Got withdrawals, took you to the malls
The more I got of you, the more I got spoiled
Now my toes curl, lets have a baby boy or girl
Had you in Switzerland, half across the world
Grew up an investment and you can't be doubled
Came back around when I bubbled
Now I'm in trouble, took the wrong turn
Let my homie borrow you, now he wont pick up his phone

Where you goin' baby where you goin'
Talk about money this is money baby where you goin'
I can hold you baby I can hold you let me hold you

[Chorus - Prodigy - 2X]
The thing about you is you make me smile
You build me up when I go down, you give me strength, you give me power
May no one come between this thing of ours

[Verse - Prodigy]
You give me sex, you give me gifts
You give me head from every baddest bitch
You make me happy you make me sick
Cause baby you my drug and I need my fix
If I ain't have you how would I live
To get you I'd risk that time in prison
To get you I'd take risks that'd mean death
I'ma love you until the end
Its all about you my precious,
I'd never ignore you for a bitch again
I'd put that on my honest,
Got these other nigga jealous cause you all over me
In public, you be all inside my jeans
Took me all over the planet, places like Europe
Taught me new tricks at them banks out in ??
These niggaz, back in the hood
Could never have you like how I do

[Chorus - Prodigy - 2X]
The thing about you is you make me smile
You build me up when I go down, you give me strength, you give me power
May no one come between this thing of ours

I need you, I need you in my life
stay right here with us
Ain't nothin' over there for you
stay right here with us you in good hands right here

(feat. 50 Cent, Mary J. Blige)

[50 Cent]
M-J-B... M-O-B-B... Fitty... It's Alright..
Your loves in 187 baby it's alright... it's alright...
when we beefin' we ain' speakin', feels like I'm dyin' inside, but it's alright...
forget the trials and tribulations you been through in your life...
come to me runnin' trust me baby I make it right...

[Prodigy]
You with me lil' mama, let's breeze lil' mama
we start with a lil' bit and take it to a lotta that
love gettin' hotter you can if you wanna
have it all it's yours just ask and you got it
the trillion cuts, the Audi and Porsche trucks
I do these things for you cuz you my dunn
girl, feel special cause I don't spend
nuttin but time with certain other broads I rip
you belong in minks, bracelets and rings
not handcuffs forget about that locket chain
and just leave lil' mama, this P lil' mama
I ain't them, I'm me lil' mama
my baby, you crazy and I'm hooked
your body right, your smile light up the room
that man you got, that nigga's a fool
guess one man's trash is a next man's jewel

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige / 50 Cent]
This is my way to live (It's alright)
but it's the way it is (It's alright)
you got to understand (It's alright)
that I never could trust a man (It's alright)
but I got to let it go (It's alright)
and stop livin' (It's alright)... in the past (It's alright)
give you a chance (It's alright), give you a chance...

[Havoc]
Yo, yo...
When we first middle sex fif, knew that you was that chick
wooly sayin' holla at her, whip sayin' girl get in
remind me of a women that, I can have without the stress
asked if she had a man, couldn't tell if no or yes
hell, I jus dipped her number and talked more
when I hit you one conversation, I knew that she had trust issues
who the hell would do that, man cheated on her twice
last one before that, found out homie had a wife
looked so secure, but yet so delicate
can't come back in the crib without a search for evidence
baby girl, I ain't here to hurt you, here to protect and serve you
ain't your fool model them other dudes don't deserve you
what you tryin' to do, scare me off and leave you low
funny how you let it ring and never answer your phone
the accuser got me curious, I asked who it was
he like the "sold-a-soul" man, who the fuck you cuz? I'm out...

[Chorus]

[Mary J. Blige]
Everytime I hurt you it's because of what someone else has done to me
and I know its not really fair
though I just can't trust you cuz I just got outta something I'm not running
boy you know that I'm running scared
you treat me so good that its just too good to be true
and I don't think that I really deserve
to be treated like a woman should
cuz I been so hurtin' the past I'm still carryin' bags

[50 Cent]
We can ball to the fullest baby... it's alright... it's alright...
you can style if you want, go ahead stunt... it's alright.. it's alright...
if it's diamonds you like go ahead pick 'um up... it's alright... it's alright...
get the first Bentley spurs His & Hers... it's alright... it's alright...

f/ 50 Cent, Nate Dogg
from Get Rich or Die Tryin' Soundtrack

[50 Cent]
This is how we do it, when we do it
like we just wanna tear the club up
We do it like ain't nuttin to it, the way we do it
Now e'rybody put your fuckin hands up - let's go

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Hey! Go 'head and have a party if you want to
Now now now now - c'mon
Hey! Go 'head and touch your body like you want to
Now now now now - c'mon

[50 Cent]
You heard about the kid, you know how I rock
Went from pumpin bags on the block, straight to the top
So the money ain't a thing now, yeah that's right
Mansion after mansion, next stop the Hamptons
I splurge with it, I'm so absurd with it
Got the hunger to go get it, cause I wan' go spend it
You know how a boss player play, nigga I'm ballin
If there's money to be made, I'm all in
Catch me in a cherry red Porsche, beige seats, red pipin
You want me to teach you how to stunt, aight then
Tattoos on the arm, 30 karats on the charm
Cause the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the Don
First night if I don't hit, second night I want some shit
Third night we call it quits, I ain't fuckin with the bitch
Sex is my drug of choice, I'm high off life
Another move another mill', let's get right - aight?

[Chorus]

[Havoc]
You could, catch me cockin the fifth, got me rockin with Fif'
Now that's why you see the keys to the Bent'
Got my niggaz movin the bricks, it don't stop
And a million dollar deal, homey get that gwap
See dudes get comfy, money ain't long enough
Come spit one verse, my whole crib's coughed up
Ma I got a fetish, fuckin in them Porsche trucks
Curtis got one so when I finished I tossed her
Y'all into wifin, we don't condone lifin
Only fuck with bitches that, got they liquor license
Shop high prices, shook all vices
Infamous nigga got the game in a vice grip
Chain hundred K but the flow, is priceless
Anything less? We rollin them dices
Nuts in the sand if you ain't bumpin my shit
Shorty wanna rip to my sound and my likeness

[Chorus]

[Prodigy]
Listen - you can call me Gambino P or V.I.P.
My wrists could buy a bitch a Ph.D
My rings alone could pay for you to eat
For the next few years I'm so icy kid
My flow is long money, my face is Hollywood
My tattoos gon' keep me with a thug part though
My attitude is universal, get harmed - call money
When we get back to Queens we gon' hurt you
Can't afford to ride, you gettin stomped out
I got a team of dimes, they all thonged out
Ready to line you up and take you out
My girls is hot man, they hard to turn down
You pee in your drawers lookin like you're Mexican
After lil' shorty wop wop break you off a lil' bit
You so stupid, we so much rich
And who braggin? I'm just tryin holla at the chicks like

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
Hey! Go 'head and chase that paper, get yo' game tight
Now now now now - c'mon
Hey! Go 'head come home with me, let's do it all night
Now now now now - c'mon
Hey!

f/ 50 Cent

[Intro: Havoc] (50 Cent)
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (Ha Ha)
We can't be touched nigga can't you see (G-Unit!!!)

[50 Cent]:
You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thang (You know I do my thang)
I'm a get my drink on and party like it's ok

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Trust me man it's ok bounce with me in slow mo
When they hear the kid in the house it's like oh no
50 got 'em locin again, they open again
Got 'em sippin on that juice and gin
You could find me in the background burnin that backwood
Stylin and stuntin doin my two step frontin
Now I'm a tell you What Em told me homey
Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music
Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down
It's always off the chain man when I'm around
I play the block bumpin, it was all for the dough
I get the club jumpin, cause I'm sick with flow
You know it's sold out, like wherever I go
I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho'
I got the info you already know
Man I get it poppin in the club everybody show me love let's go

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get
into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get
into it

[Verse 2: Havoc]
You wanna search me than search me but hurry up cause I'm thirsty
I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin
In club today for the chick to go both, ways let me see that ID just for proof
With the drink till the burn is gone, hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft
porn
Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer
Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks will frame ya
But, in any event, keep fuckin with 50 it make cents
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalla
Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar
Now follow same nothin let me see you swallow
In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem
In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starvin
So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get
into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get
into it

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
You already know how it go I bang I shine
I play I stay I'm goin for mine
I'm young I'm black I'm rich and yes
I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin project steps
I'm cool I'm calm you lookin real stressed
I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold your head
I'm known for Gat poppin, when I got problems
I don't run, I just gun you all up
But we ain't come here to start no drama
We just lookin for our future baby mamas
With money with face with style and body
I cook I clean I swear that mami
Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody
I go down low, I'm lyin I'm tryin my best to let you know
Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get
into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get
into it