Mobb Deep - Murdera lyrics

[Havoc - Verse 1:] Look into my crystal ball I see murder for y'all First things first or the hearse for y'all First n***a open his mouth first to fall Watch who you talking to n***a first of all My game don't get along, we ain't arrogant It'll take a while for you to a**ess what the damage is Give a f**, pop with no camera-ses New York sh**, under new management Blessing in disguise, black mask and black gloves Forecast: grey skies, tears of a black dove I can change your life, I just need you to act up Yeah, that's karma, we don't believe in no bad luck 'He without sin cast the first stone Good in any hood I plan like a earthtone [?] I murk microphones, it's a homicide As I watch the soul from your body rise [Hook: Havoc] Pop, pop, pop, murder, murder, k**, k** Do it for the money or we do it for the thrill Hustle in the cold 'till my nose running still Blood on the streets I'm 'bout the dollar, dollar bill [Prodigy - Verse 2:] I'm out for gunshots to represent me Do it for the principle and do this sh** for free You scared, motherf**er? You stay away from me You snitch, motherf**er? You supposed to be a G The chickens and the rats and the snakes all click And can't come outside no more, I'm on my sh** I'm talking right now, you talking back then Yeah, it's a new day, wake up and get a whiff Can't you smell it? That's a b**h n***a flesh burning I put p**yholes all over your back, you run from the teks squirming Oh suddenly these n***as is feeling me And all that blood loss got them catching epiphanies Young fly rap n***a and I Blapp n***as I understand why you upset, I'm that n***a Uh, shooting star, I'm a gun toting celeb I wield pistolas put a [?] f** a peace treaty, they try to O.D. on me Oh, now you want me to chill or call police on me I'm outside of the law, f** the system I piss on the courtroom floor, I don't give f**s [Hook: Havoc] Pop, pop, pop, murder, murder, k**, k** Do it for the money or we do it for the thrill Hustle in the cold 'till my nose running still Blood on the streets I'm 'bout the dollar, dollar bill [Prodigy - Verse 3:] R.I.P. for those try to go against we (rest in peace) We the, M-O-B-B, make you swallow all your teeth (you take that) And f** the police, we New York's finest Top shelf gangsta sh**, yo we the grimiest You send me up the river, I send you up the river sticks b**hy a** n***a, you bleed Infamous Come again [Hook: Havoc] Pop, pop, pop, murder, murder, k**, k** Do it for the money or we do it for the thrill Hustle in the cold 'till my nose running still Blood on the streets I'm 'bout the dollar, dollar bill [x2]