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[Verse 1: Havoc] Made a little paper now, ain't it ironic? Said I wouldn't make it, never make it out the projects But they still there now, ain't it ironic? My pockets do calistethics my shit so bolic Can't fit it in my wallet, I don't sniff narcotic Natural high, y'all niggas can't cop it Had a fucked up life, for the world, wouldn't swap it One hell of a story, might as well make a profit My brother died young, round the same time as Biggie So this ain't nothing new my heart was cold from the giddy While niggas in the mirror tryna get all pretty I'm fighting with the bouncers, get my team in with me Spent nights in the cold, sipping on gold It's not what you deserve, get what your hand hold Forever, y'all fold for violating the code Bitch feeling horny, all she gotta do is blow
[Hook: Havoc] That mother fucker and that motherfucker I ain't nothing like 'em, I'm that motherfucker You body bag who? I ain't that motherfucker It's a war going on, take that, motherfucker Catch a fade now, nigga, got the cannons, motherfucker We can trade shots where you standing, motherfucker Leave your boy stiff, tryna tell you, motherfuckers When niggas get hit, they some telling motherfuckers
[Verse 2: Cormega] Everything you tryna do, I already did Even if you wished me death, I already lived And came up considerably, came from experience Don't bite the hand that feed you, one day may get you rich Is the emphasis in this conflicting myth of better living The worst comes more often, remember this Hate is no different than love that ain't genuine Art imitates life, I convey realism Schemes, I prepared for them, dreams I'm fulfilling, indeed Odds I overcame are immeasurable You find out who thorough when charges are federal Weak links exposed when once seemed inseparable A chain reaction, praise you had in the street Ain't the same when you change your status I stay adapting to make it happen And made it out the same place you trapped in
[Hook: Havoc] That mother fucker and that motherfucker I ain't nothing like 'em, I'm that motherfucker You body bag who? I ain't that motherfucker It's a war going on, take that, motherfucker Catch a fade now, nigga, got the cannons, motherfucker We can trade shots where you standing, motherfucker Leave your boy stiff, tryna tell you, motherfuckers When niggas get hit, they some telling motherfuckers
[Verse 3: Giggs] Who's who, my nigga? My nigga, who's who? Gangster, niggas from YouTube'll get moved to Coo coo, pussyhole nigga that's in a tutu Two twos, man got the prick, my niggas move loose Cognac, man got the yak, ain't sipping two juice Think back when I gave Dubz the likkle deuce deuce Tulse told Saj grab the champagne and get the Goose scoot Toot toot, man grabbed a chick, a Betty Boop Boop They never watched, never got the message Never got the gwop, never got the method Never watched a Glock, never got the effort Never gonna stop, man forever kweff 'em Metal under tops, never got the lesson Man are from the Narm, never got the Peckham Man have got the arms and we gotta get 'em And man don't deal with can't's, man, I've gotta test 'em Went and got the dank Said they wanted light, went and got the lamp Buck said it was light, went and got the champ Man was on the ite, went and popped the champs Man was on their bikes, went and got the shanks Then I switched the life, now I've got the stamp Swimming for their lives when man got the plank And man was getting by, now I got the bank
[Hook: Havoc] That mother fucker and that motherfucker I ain't nothing like 'em, I'm that motherfucker You body bag who? I ain't that motherfucker It's a war going on, take that, motherfucker Catch a fade now, nigga, got the cannons, motherfucker We can trade shots where you standing, motherfucker Leave your boy stiff, tryna tell you, motherfuckers When niggas get hit, they some telling motherfuckers
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