[Intro: Prodigy]
Done been through it all, man… Blood, sweat and tears…
n***as is dead and sh**… What the f** else can happen, yo?
I don't think much more, son, word to mother, yo
We done seen it all, and been through it all, yo
Let y'all n***as know right now
Word to mother, for real, for real
That sh** is the truth, I'm not lying
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
I'm the quiet storm n***a who fight rhyme
P, yeah, you heard of him, but I ain't concerned with them
n***a, I pop more guns than you holding them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten in broad daylight, get right
f** your life, hop on my '98 dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growing
I'll make your blood stop flowing
Take affirmative action to any a** if he askin'
Now here come the MAC-10
You's a dick blower, trying to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin'
You hooked on Mobb-phonics, Infamous-bonics
Lying to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wilding out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this sh**
[Hook: Havoc]
Cause it's the real sh**, sh** to make 'em feel sh**
Lump 'em in the club sh**
Have you wilding out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n***a OD cause it's never enough
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Yo, the P rock forty inch cables, drinking white label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang gla** tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame, duke
A n***a like me hold TEC's, are you the same too?
Going through the emotions of gun holdin'
Long shotgun's down my pants leg limpin'
k**a B, you still livin', even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was seven
I used to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me
I love my pops for that, I love my n***a D. Black
I'll take the life of anybody trying to change what's left
And through all of that a n***a ain't scared of d**h
All y'all brand new n***as just scared to d**h
I spent too many nights sniffing coke, getting right
Wasting my life, now I'm trying to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest in the rag business
Do things for the kids, the little Dunns
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and VCR's, ATV'sand big screen TV's
n***a please, don't make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get your sh** beat in
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Prodigy]
It go one, two, three to the fourth
That n***a P-Double got that sh** for y'alls
Peoples to rock to, stirring up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the Unified States
Sit down and sup with the top rap reps
We the streets that's watching, boy, move diligent
You better walk like a n***a on a tightrope do
Infamous first infantry, first division, fourth mission
First a**ignment, give 'em that sh** they been missin'
My new edition's way b**hin'
Those that listen, get addicted to my diction
f** rhymes, I write prescriptions for your disease
Generic raps just not potent like P's
One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off, chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb n***as is full bred
Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but thirst for worse beats
So I can put more product out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the board
We've been adored for keeping it raw, nothing less or more
I score every time for sure
While the rest of y'all n***as just nil
[Hook]