We fight on this field of honour Maimed bodies everywhere We mystify our feelings Thinking anyone cares This mystical sphere Malice of the mind We will
seven severed heads I am the son of mars, cleansed with infected blood, vile disease walking on 2 legs The devil made me do it Wreak Havoc (Right now
of evolution Storm of the millennium, havoc the moment Rivers unfold, abruptly in deep oceans A breeze, a storm -havoc Storm of the millennium, havoc
The lions are at the door We ain't taking orders from snakes no more The lions are at the door, Yeah We ain't taking orders from snakes no more Knock
Now let's cause some fucking havoc! The lions are at the door, We ain't taking order from snakes no more. The lions are at the door, yeah! We ain't
(feat. L.V.) [PRODEJE] Everytime I'm in the hood, I be reminiscin' Thinkin' about my Locs outta dead or in prison How we used to chop it up, how we
[HAVOC] Like Shaq Hav and Prod's back for the Tec Still puttin' down on wax Mess up Against any of you busters Flash dance For your ass like Custer You
(feat. Bloody Meat, L.V., Young Prod) [HAVOC] Yeah this is some of that laid back Prodigal G-funk for the 9-4 With A Havocal twist I got a sack of orange
(feat. L.V. + more) For all the O.G.'s And all the real G's [PRODEJE & LV] Just another day in the hood with my G's Tryin' to make a end, I don't wanna
[HAVOC] Yeah In the year 1986 Havoc & Prodeje had a masterplan To put South Central on the map And stay strapped And peel your cap if you trip And make
[20 seconds fades-in/instrumental] [Verse 1:] H-A-V-O, P a few month short, (what?) So when he touch down, we gon' both join force! (join force!) But
nigga with it and you runnin, the police is comin, take my advice nigga Dump that - this is serious, these rap niggaz I'm just havin fun with it, 50 Cent, Havoc
clothes. I love it just like my kids, Treat her just like my bitch Need her, she keep a clip, I'm anxious to see her spit! [x2] [Havoc:] I get it, how
[Intro:] Oh! Ooh! Yeah! Feel me! Can you feel that? It's that shit! Yoooooooooooo! [Verse 1:] These niggas acting like a nigga never paid his dues,
(feat. Nature, Littles, The Jackal) [Verse 1: Havoc] 41st side nigga, them thirsty side niggas number one pick, gutter litter, leavin' 'em bitter how
back's to the wall I clap at your door, put your backs on the floor Wanna war with the Don? It' the wrath that you want! [Chorus: Havoc] Yo, if you feel
[Intro:] Got my eyes on all this paper Where' your mami? Cause that body... Oh, my God! I want to thank her... Don't get it twisted, I'm not your captain
telling stories This is not a fable, these our the facts Prodigy and Havoc leave you bleeding on your back. When Prodigy and Havoc come to catch a little
