[Havoc] Bang your head, squeeze the four to this Get bent, bag a whore to this - good girl, metamorphise it That's you? Oh my bad, little shorty a freak Now nigga come up off of it I don't fight over hoes but I kill for my dough That's right nigga know where my morals is We can take it to the street, homey I don't give a fuck Corporate, nigga shoot up them offices Either step your game up or forfeit Nigga never had it, I don't know how he lost it Keep, f**kin with Hav', have them ladies on your block lookin at you on the floor like, 'poor kid' Cause I bring it to the doorstep, 'ready know the layout Think, not that, and some more shit It's called backshot talk, you don't know nuttin 'bout it Cause you can no longer hit it [Chorus: Mobb Deep - repeat 2X] Niggaz better step they game up (step it up) Bitches better step that game up (step it up) I don't give a fuck and you know I don't give a fuck Niggaz just made cause I came up [Prodigy] Aiyyo yo If songs is ammo, then we got endless bullets Take you to war with rap and you definitely losin Our chorus is like a 50 cal slug One verse is like a +Cannonball+, +RUN+ - too late you threw it These beats is like landmines, one step KABOOM It's body parts all over the room 'n shit Albums is like time bombs, our shits blow up It's chemical warfare, we spread through the hood son And attack the nervous system Make niggaz bop they head and turn that shit up Make the ladies panties wet, you know we get 'em hot and bothered, girl I have that oyster drippin On stage flippin, catch us on tour Slowly but surely takin over the world And come back home with paper in colors you never seen But at the money exchange, it all turn green [Chorus] [Outro] Woo! Oh man! Shit Remember this? (No doubt, no doubt) (That's what the fuck I'm talkin about) 'The bad has been playin' (been doin this shit here man) 'That song all night' (constantly baby) 'And now is the time baby..' .. to turn out your lights A rap for you faggot-ass niggaz (Yo son, c'mon man)

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