featuring Havoc
Verse One:
My minds set son got wet Im vexed really
snatched of his rolex smacked his bitch silly
Why niggas actin illy word to willy bout to feel it
I feel it he should of been dealt wit it
Dem niggas sour they put to much flour in they coke
(Hav and Nas: and got the nerve to wonder why they broke)
while we were gleamin niggas was schemin seen the ill beamers
beamin triple beam double in cream had em feenin
to get they fingers on the dosa I called Sossa
Sossa these niggas hit the god bring the toasta
meet me in the Bridge Im about to go loca
He came thru wit two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious
wit two macs inside the Volvo, what up god
I'm still sober, I need some Hen to bend me over
my nigga Hav got soldier. It's goin down it's goin down kid
I heard he might not live, I'm holdin back tears
I told these broads to put it in gear
wit two females that dont sound in they style son
What up son, these niggas done started somethin wild
You know the clique well Ramel with the gold in his grill
tried to get a name holdin the steel
I paid attention to the females, maintain bitches when it gets real
Soss pulled me close and told me the deal
he said both hoes sprayed shots and still handle the wheel
point em out smoke a phill and chill
I layed back Escobar status, me and the Firm got it cornered
we on it shit we was born wit.....
Chorus: Havoc
Spark the Lai, QBC yo its do or die
we in this the business and trifeness
I finesse this for we chef shit, perfect shit
aba asta minds connect wit dangerous sons pull back let the tech lift
lift you up bless you wit a shorty then I set you up...
(repeat one more time -- sub "I"
