Faceless coward - slithering - the depths a mind can take Blackened heart - alerting masses - a plan - the world to shake Now no one will ever be the
in a high mood but when all had went to bed a darker temper started to intrude. The royal pair, surprised! [Birger:] This night of infamy I will never
[Havoc] Yeah Another banger You can feel me if you don't, you don't I'll feed you to the dogs like a bitch I boned My only concern is for the cash I
f/ Big Noyd, Vita [Havoc] It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte Slugs that leave niggas drugged like a chick slip the Mickey I'm so on
clap mm-hm [Havoc] yo some niggas need the henny to endure the drama all I need is informtion on your crib and armour when it comes to creepin niggas
[Havoc] Without a doubt, you gonna hear that thing clap Dog I take shit to heart cause I was born like that I only got my word as a man when I give When
[Man talking] I saw him, I saw him There he is right over there, over there(I see him) Okay...I got a message for you infamous You tell that son-of-a
(Havoc) Girl I know you love a thug be wildin' Smack flames out a nigga and I got you smilin' The way I cut a nigga every which way but loose A blood
f/ 112 To let it ride... {*echoes*} [Prodigy] + (Slim) Pshh, shorty come here (112) Listen, listen, listen, I know, I know (Ooooh) (Love you) God damn
[Havoc] Yo, you got these niggas running around like they head cut off Like they gully when switch when i'm spittin' those dummies I creep in the cold
Verse 1: ( Prodigy ) I'll noose ya'll, and push ya'll off the edge I'm like Ray Benzino 'cause how I hang men I got a big caliber gun inside of my Timb
[Havoc] Yo, It's like this man, It's real simple If my nigga was my nigga like I thought he was Would he have snitched, hung me out the dry to fuck
Yeah, yeah Yo son No fucking doubt baby Yeah, yeah, yeah Its real, its real Its real, its real Yeah let them niggas know Yeah Say QB [Hook] [Havoc]
[Verse One: Havoc] Is it real like niggaz claimin', "stay to this" Let me answer that question while I'm aiming this Hear them one good time, is he faking
f/ Littles (Prodigy talkin') Yeah man..you know...2002 man...approachin' 2003 man...where we takin' this man?...where we headed for the future man...
f/ Lil' Mo [Lil' Mo] + (Prodigy) Pray for me, pray for me Pray for me, pray for me (yeah) Pray for me, just pray for me (It's over nigga!) [Lil' Mo
[Verse One: Havoc] Why the fuck did your your ass have to go and get knocked now you got me on the phone, straight talkin' to the cops tryin' to verify
f/ Ronald Isley (Ronald Isley singing throughout song) [Prodigy and Havoc talking] Yeah yeah Know what I'm sayin' Straight burn biscuits baby Yeah,
