| Lyrics: | Intro:]
Yeah...
Time to let these niggaz know Son
Niggaz don't even wanna
motherfuckin understand
KnowhatI'msayin? Time to hit em with the third degree
Yeah you
know the QBC, here to drop a G
Yo...
[Verse One: Havoc, Prodigy]
Look
into the eyes, True Lies, your whole click despise
Especially me, H-A-V-O-C
Don't want
your chick, cuz she's burning third degree
Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no ties on
me
I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond
Lying through your teeth swearing on
your first born
Your word is weak, go hold a wake in this
Hit you up quick strictly shit
that I'm livin in
You walk a line that's thin, you religious well you sin
Fuckin with the
Mobb, Infamous to the end
I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc
Red dot right
at your face, so set sail or rock it
And kept drivin, pull off like the Indy 5 G
In a four
time Ford truck with Speed
like the motion picture, this nigga Gone With the Wind
My crime
work, ninja style shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from
tracing
Anything that lead to the source, you know the boss
of the Mobb killing, is like
an Unsolved Mystery
Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all history
Madness amongst me, I
frequently have to get lovely
Never fails it's always something
No rest, daily gotta rock
my vest
I shoot at your best man yeah your MVP
He played the front line got struck down
immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps when
heavy load my
military hold ammunition
Far from animation, it's real live, you think not
My crew,
changing New York, who taking your spot
I put the green light on, your whole click, Island
shit
Running through the hoe-house wilding, extorting
(Extortion, hit that up,
extortion, hit that up)
[Verse Two: Havoc, Method]
Extortion is the key I got
the key for extortion
Spend your fortune, dead your shorty like abortion
Take precaution,
Infamous laws enforced in
You married to the Mobb, kid take it then divorce it
Cause I
ain't got no time for them domestic disputes
If you scared get a dog don't got a click then
recruit
You're weak troop, lost the tan in the mist
On your name my shit, take it like a
man you little bitch
I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin
The hand that
rocks the cradle, caution before you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly
shits
You fuckin with, top contenders
Official to the bone gristle
It don't matter
if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me, burn a nigga to a third degree
Don't act
familiar motherfuckers you ain't heard of me
Just peep the stee and the rap how it's supposed
to be
Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we food-shoppin
On top of that we
hip-hoppin, and don't stoppin
Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the panty-raiders
Slide on ya
like gators, umped that stank bitch back out
and then played her, but that ain't
nothin
Crossin this dog walkin, native New York and
Shaolin slang talkin, rap
nigga
Mr. Freeze crowd shiver
What? Young, black, and don't give a fuck
If the next
crew get the scissor...
(Extortion, extortion, give that up kid,
extortion)
Bottom line, what the fuck you wanna do
You eyin me, at the same time I'm
eyin you, punk
Wanna pop the most junk
Be the same motherfucker with the most
lumps
Chew on that shit
Punk faggot (word up)
Burn his ass like a book of
matches
[Yeah, that's just about it]
Under pressure like fat bitches |
