| Lyrics: | featuring Method Man
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 |
