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[Prodigy]

Yo, the saga begins, beget war

I draw first blood be the first to set it off

My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws

We takin what`s yours we do jerks rush the doors

Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss

In full force, my team`ll go at your main source

We`re not tourists, hit bosses and take hostage

Your whole setup, from the ground up we lock shit

Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics

Switch to killer instincts for niggaz pop shit

Yo nigga Noyd what`s the topic? Nine pound we rocked in

Ninety-six strike back with more hot shit

Illuminate my team`ll glow like, radiation

With no time for patient, or complication

Let`s get it done right, my click airtight

Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripes

or lose life, jail niggaz sendin kites to the street

Over some beef that wasn`t fully cooked, finish em off

Well done meat, that said twenty-two slug to your head

Travel all the way down to your leg



Chorus: together



Aiyyo it`s hell on earth, whose next or gonna be first

The projects is front lines, and the enemy is one time

I ain`t gotta tell you

It`s right in front of your eyes

(repeat 2X)



[Havoc]

We wreck the QBC, nigga rep yours it`s all love

Milli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug

Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound

And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now

Articulate, hittin body parts to start shiftin shit

Never hesitant, it`s the crack game unlimited

Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite

Then reminesce, twenty years later how we was gettin it

Either with me go against the grain you better hit me

Leggin me or robbin me niggaz better body me

Cause it`s a small world and niggaz, talkin like bitches

Bitches singin like snitches, pointin you out in pictures

Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hatin me

All that bullshit, is just makin me

More the better, then concentrate on gettin chedda

If shorty set you up you better dead her, I told you

Shape and mold you, Sun you, then I hold you

Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you

It`ll be I, like I`m supposed to, the click is coastal

International to local, Bacardi mix physically fix

Hit you with shit, that`ll leave a loose nigga stiff

Probably thick, Son I solved em

Pulled him in my world then evolved him to chaos

Walk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstop

QBCity GodFather Part III, Gotti Gambino

And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace



Chorus



[Prodigy]

Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips

You seein clips when the mac spit your top got split

Layin dead with open eyes close his eyelids

Turn off his lights switch to darkness, cause deep in the abyss

is street life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife

Youse the wild child, kid cold turnin men into mice

I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet

The Phantom of Crime Rap, niggaz is left stranded

Shut down your operation, closed for business

Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness

POW niggaz is found MIA

We move like the special forces, green beret

Heavily around my throat, I don`t play

Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way

The God P walk with a limp see, but simply

To simplify shit, no man can go against me

Test me you must be bent G, don`t tempt me

I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty

The reason why it full for so long, cause I don`t waste shit

You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it

Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin

I hear thugs, claimin that they gonna rob the Mobb

When they see us, I tell you what black, here`s the issue

It`s a package deal, you rob me, you take this message

along with that, I ain`t your average cat

Fuck rap, I`m tryin to make CREAM and that`s that

Whatever it takes however it gots to go down

Four mikes on stage a motherfuckin four pound

Speakers leakin out sound and niggaz leakin on the ground

I could truely care less the God will get his

Regardless blow for blow let`s find out who wear hardest

This rap artist used to be a stickup artist

Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it

A live nigga stay on point never diss

Regard shit or forget the essence, from which I emerged

P is sick, so save that bullshit for the burbs

Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin in herds

We flush through your click get purged

[Prodigy]

Yo, the saga begins, beget war

I draw first blood be the first to set it off

My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws

We takin what`s yours we do jerks rush the doors

Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss

In full force, my team`ll go at your main source

We`re not tourists, hit bosses and take hostage

Your whole setup, from the ground up we lock shit

Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics

Switch to killer instincts for niggaz pop shit

Yo nigga Noyd what`s the topic? Nine pound we rocked in

Ninety-six strike back with more hot shit

Illuminate my team`ll glow like, radiation

With no time for patient, or complication

Let`s get it done right, my click airtight

Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripes

or lose life, jail niggaz sendin kites to the street

Over some beef that wasn`t fully cooked, finish em off

Well done meat, that said twenty-two slug to your head

Travel all the way down to your leg



Chorus: together



Aiyyo it`s hell on earth, whose next or gonna be first

The projects is front lines, and the enemy is one time

I ain`t gotta tell you

It`s right in front of your eyes

(repeat 2X)



[Havoc]

We wreck the QBC, nigga rep yours it`s all love

Milli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug

Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound

And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now

Articulate, hittin body parts to start shiftin shit

Never hesitant, it`s the crack game unlimited

Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite

Then reminesce, twenty years later how we was gettin it

Either with me go against the grain you better hit me

Leggin me or robbin me niggaz better body me

Cause it`s a small world and niggaz, talkin like bitches

Bitches singin like snitches, pointin you out in pictures

Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hatin me

All that bullshit, is just makin me

More the better, then concentrate on gettin chedda

If shorty set you up you better dead her, I told you

Shape and mold you, Sun you, then I hold you

Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you

It`ll be I, like I`m supposed to, the click is coastal

International to local, Bacardi mix physically fix

Hit you with shit, that`ll leave a loose nigga stiff

Probably thick, Son I solved em

Pulled him in my world then evolved him to chaos

Walk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstop

QBCity GodFather Part III, Gotti Gambino

And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace



Chorus



[Prodigy]

Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips

You seein clips when the mac spit your top got split

Layin dead with open eyes close his eyelids

Turn off his lights switch to darkness, cause deep in the abyss

is street life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife

Youse the wild child, kid cold turnin men into mice

I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet

The Phantom of Crime Rap, niggaz is left stranded

Shut down your operation, closed for business

Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness

POW niggaz is found MIA

We move like the special forces, green beret

Heavily around my throat, I don`t play

Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way

The God P walk with a limp see, but simply

To simplify shit, no man can go against me

Test me you must be bent G, don`t tempt me

I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty

The reason why it full for so long, cause I don`t waste shit

You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it

Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin

I hear thugs, claimin that they gonna rob the Mobb

When they see us, I tell you what black, here`s the issue

It`s a package deal, you rob me, you take this message

along with that, I ain`t your average cat

Fuck rap, I`m tryin to make CREAM and that`s that

Whatever it takes however it gots to go down

Four mikes on stage a motherfuckin four pound

Speakers leakin out sound and niggaz leakin on the ground

I could truely care less the God will get his

Regardless blow for blow let`s find out who wear hardest

This rap artist used to be a stickup artist

Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it

A live nigga stay on point never diss

Regard shit or forget the essence, from which I emerged

P is sick, so save that bullshit for the burbs

Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin in herds

We flush through your click get purged

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