"Yo I'm smooth like a drop top benz with phat rims, made moves in war gear in black Timbs and laid low. Cuz I'm tryin to get paid yo! Pump'n minerals the criminals call yayo!"
[Havoc] Stupid You can't fuck with this, y'know I know Bring your whole team kid Yeah thunn Yo, I love my niggas for that We strike back, handle business, test the realesst Stay focused and keep the enemy near us Niggas is careless, slipping up, switching up teams Crossing over and getting stuck for their cream Fronting like their skills is superb and got the nerve To get knocked the fuck out, then kicked to the curb That's for you and your whole click, you roll thick More the better, so like a thick bitch you getting whipped Shitted on, scuffed off a Mobb Deep song Take your thug off, you had it on a bit too long Tuck your chain in, you getting gat For you fourteen karat slum gold cubic zirconian {?} Talk about it, be about it, you ain't been doing it So don't start, matter of fact keep it moving When it's on, accumulate like cancer cells With advanced shells, leave a snitch dead, son he can't tell Like a Viking we striking, reconstructing maps Planting QB flags, son we want to visualize picture Analyze, situate another Bellevue patient A cardiac arrest state of mind You must be out your motherfucking mind Put you out of misery, short your lifetime Expectancy, didn't even reach twenty-three First class shot, special delivery No doubt you wanna leave before you wet your own crib Talk out the ass at your own risk And won't give one fuck, two mysterious Chevy trucks Filled with black cats, crossing your path, that's bad luck Everyone has a destiny, so we destine To make the best outta life, crime connection [Prodigy] Yo, I send shots to any man who come too close Niggas get fold like a letter then shipped across coast Who goes to go against my militant crime militia? Like these street niggas sending missiles to hit ya Up from the ground up son, you get the picture If not, write it down, take a picture Botanical exotic shit keep me lifted, something retarded You fucking up my high beefing, don't get me started Too late, I'm already on your ass Beat the fuck out anybody with you, and anybody that grab me Move back, we attack like pits locked in basements Hungry for blood, deranged this The craziest type of shit you ever seen in your life Nigga bled to death, standing up holding his life Applying pressure to his wounds tryna stop the blood loss Found laying in a pool of the shit, his own fault It's P the exulted from NYC You get extremely cut the fuck up by Scar thee Who can't recognize? Do I have to prove all the time? And get up close and personal in front of your eyes See me dipped in down-low, ready for action, crept slow Moved on your enterprise and crash your stock Put a hold on your assets and dug your pop National Geographic niggas is known for flipping This animal wildlife surround me I live in And flow through the jungle at night on expedition I gotta jump for that live shit Survivors of block wars and crime niggas know what I talk In a black Tahoe, throw it in four-low to blow the scene dancing Doing bout a hundred all the way to Queens [Cormega] It seems like getting ahead lead being dead or in the fed I kept a Glock in my shoebox under my bed And had dreams to bag ki's and fill duffel bags with mad Gs Parley in a condo with a warm breeze and palm trees My projects is like a fucking Vietnam scene And my team be repping, setting it with shit That'll rip through vests, flexing Diamantes When it's on I regulate shit the calm way Yo I'm smooth like a drop top Benz with phat rims I made moves in war gear and black Timbs And laid low, cause I was tryna stay paid yo Pumping minerals to criminals called yayo The drug blocks, full of unseen riches And snitches, guns blast to cops flashing pictures Son asking, can he get a package And took a loss when a new task force snatched him Nine's and Tec's, my hollow-heads outlined your vest My only fear twenty-five years and death [Outro] {X2} Ill minds connected, crime connection Never bring beef in my direction kid Cormega and Mobb Deep supply your section With the infamous realness, don't try to test it
"Yo I'm smooth like a drop top Benz w/ phat rims. I Made moves in war gear w/ black Timbs and laid low. Cuz I'm tryn to get paid Yo. Pump'n minerals the criminals all yayo!" - Rap God🙏⛪
I PROMISE .. HAVOC IS SO DOPE RAPPER , SO CRAZY STRONG .. god damn ... Are we gonna see anything like that ever again? Guess not cause of the todays situation .. nothing said for P cause he is God rap
Cormega was my dude. My nickname was already Megga so it was right up my alley lol. Then this vs hit ,boom! Parlay, in a condo, wita warm Breese of palm tress...vintage raps
I'm glad I found a no tagged version, BUT I wish I could find the college radio version , when cormega was Impatient while prodigy was spittin his verse and jumped over prodigy last 5 words and JUMPED IN with sooo much energy and hype and ripped his verse..and the instrumental was a more raw version with DJ scratch/rewind effects
Tyrell my gunz tell stories the gunnz glorify life ya death excepted im comming for the gleam in ya necklace me tech spit reckless diamonds bagguets in ya necklaces
