Havoc - All Pro lyrics

5-7-75 my born day I reach earth, now I'm involved in foul play Ty Nitty New York City We stay right The high life Flooded ice from j**el heist The Infamous Mobb with hood-like sense Get up on a n***a quick Hit 'em up with the ice pick Strike quick Leave ya body froze, sub-zero Was taught to fear no So I do so Be All Pro Flow international, rational Matter of fact, I'm blastin' you With the loaded weapon No question First suggestion Pack ya sh**, and head Western Relocation New state, new destination Re-arrange your life On the run from vice Make you pray to Christ Kid f**ed up My Mobb is rough n***a, what! [Twin] We true to be Snake n***as for eternity Mobb family Murder thee If it's meant to be Trife casualty Got the whole world after me Catastrophe among us, fatal tragedy Mafiosa, murder one mind Black toaster, low composure Twin Glocks in 2 holsters We mobb vultures Watch the fleet come closer We tap down Nowhere to run now Don't back down Muffled out my 4-pound Silent sound Bodies bloody on the ground Chest full of 12 4-pound rounds n***a lay down, kid you a**ed out now [Havoc] No doubt, the infamous reppin' up in this Know what I'm sayin' Next up [Prodigy] Yeah yeah whatever kid, whatever kid Yo, yo, the chronicles of a criminal cat who hold gat And bust back at trash a** cats who scratch Leave big holes like b**hes with they legs spread hot Ready for action now peep my whole block Unveiled, and reveal hazardous sk** Trained a**a**ins of this rap danger field I feel y'all n***as ain't really keepin' it real Use that ice grill like a shield n***a you meal, for my vultures Swoop down attack your corpse And found layin' in the streets of New York Now sleepwalk For that sh** you did, shoulda never had did Now you boxed in Sentenced to a lifetime bid n***a Noyd and Pee, shine light like j**elry Silver and gold exclusively Terrorize and multiplee Shot up your spot up It just ain't what you used to be After these fists of NY struck you D Now you see a whole new life and new leaf Searchin' for an exit tryin' to retreat the street Wavin' white flags no days, you dead meat We only truce when your heartbeat cease, peace [Big Noyd] Now who dare swear they can step up on these premises Protected by a bunch of menaces Rapper Noyd, the soloist 4-pound controloist Comin' out the infamous controllin' the sh** Pistol packin' Pee on the side of me Leap if you think sweet sh**'s deep, infamously Now check the family Prodigy, H-A-V-O-C, Ty Nitty, Godfather pt. 3, Gambino, Face, and Gotti So don't try me Or better yet don't try this My click specialty is vulturin' Trained endangerin' Packin' pipe games Them heavy metal thing things Ain't nuthin' changed Karate Joe, Money No, make 'em fold Gather up them hoes Take 'em to the mo Keep it on the low You know the steelo, immediately The VSOP is mandatory It's all about hoes and clothes The same story Stackin' cheddar, packin' Berettas, keepin' it real f** the sentimental feel The Mobb movin' sh** in reseal Swiftly, smooth and quickly The million dollar operation ran by the Mobb foundation The nine pound we had it locked down Kept 'em shook Nine double trey's off da hook The Mobb became famous from the lives that we took Doin' jooks So peep how the 4-pound sound it's off the motherf**in' hook sh** is real, plus exclusive and grimy Rapper Noyd takin' over with the Mobb behind me n***a what