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[havoc]

Sometimes it feels like the whole world is against me

And is it the henny that bend me; I be in the zone

Gazing at the walls, suppressed, thinking da phone

Dont take personal, but only a minor few can understand

What a nigga feeling; 40-first til I die motherfucka..(no doubt)

Im still breathing. you a must son, we full bread

You aint my dogg, tring to infiltrate my clik is you

I get wit you, handle that on a later note.

We oer-dose eveything is death, we so close

Im trying to tell these cats, but I let them do they thing..

Ready for the bad news til da phone ring

Son is dead, now Im irate over my head seeking revenge.

Son is dead, son on your behalf trying to laugh



[prodigy]

Check out the drill-dun, conceal guns

Play the hum leaning back checking out the action

On the benches we drinkin xs

Yo twirl dat shit, while I spark this...

Sharply burn it down like an arsonist

Pull out the miz cause its time to bring the biz to kidz

And blow all hell fire out ya empire

Live as wire couldnt make my mobb expire or retire

Im letting off til my arms tired

You set quite wit my head full of riot.

Our buyers, it clear for your ear to hear

I declare only live niggaz lock this year

96-i lost my dun; 97-it got worse..

Pull money out the team, got to get mork..

And sat down you play the background when shots sound off

Flashbacks of how my man is gone, kb forever in my memory

I spill some henny then I keep it moving



{chorus}:

Yo, do our thing, we got this, rockin this

Aint nobody stoppin this rakim and imfamous

Reck the hood for you and yours-no doubt crash the bars

You dont really wanna go against the source



[big noyd]

Surprise open eye, peep the foulness, wildness

Its bug, niggaz dug in the projects you holiday thug

Ease up all that illin and grillin

Get ya melon lite up, you niggaz is butt

You want me, Im reppin wb, what?

Where you find me at spillin congac from a cup

With my heat next to my nuts

Never been afraid to bust

Slug rushin to your head like dust

If that wasnt enough as long as strong and tough

We squeeze back, better believe he no longer breath-black

Fuckin wit these swayze cats

I got dreams of raising my little queen and nobody gonna stop that

In fact black, if you come at me dont come sloppy

All my baby girl got is a papi to guide her

Through this world of hatred

And I die to see that she make it

And die to let the nextman take it, is you stupid, um...



[rakim]

Yo, you wanna come test, son is mad from stress

Penalty is death, pay your last respects

We harass you reap if you slept or half step

We adapt to see who we can master next

After sex pass the bless for after effects

Relax your stress through mad physac, mad contact

Cash a check to get assets we blast techs

Dealing with the mental aspect on chest

So we create a trust, if you dunns come to shot

Get hit with a twenty-one gun salute

I keep a loaded yet deadly 7sc 30

Soon as you it hit me I release lyrics of fury

And quick to say a poem to ricochet in your dome

My click made me leave the nickel-plated at home alone

So I can get chatter and be the better trend setter

The 18th letter forever



{chorus 2x}

[havoc]

Sometimes it feels like the whole world is against me

And is it the henny that bend me; I be in the zone

Gazing at the walls, suppressed, thinking da phone

Dont take personal, but only a minor few can understand

What a nigga feeling; 40-first til I die motherfucka..(no doubt)

Im still breathing. you a must son, we full bread

You aint my dogg, tring to infiltrate my clik is you

I get wit you, handle that on a later note.

We oer-dose eveything is death, we so close

Im trying to tell these cats, but I let them do they thing..

Ready for the bad news til da phone ring

Son is dead, now Im irate over my head seeking revenge.

Son is dead, son on your behalf trying to laugh



[prodigy]

Check out the drill-dun, conceal guns

Play the hum leaning back checking out the action

On the benches we drinkin xs

Yo twirl dat shit, while I spark this...

Sharply burn it down like an arsonist

Pull out the miz cause its time to bring the biz to kidz

And blow all hell fire out ya empire

Live as wire couldnt make my mobb expire or retire

Im letting off til my arms tired

You set quite wit my head full of riot.

Our buyers, it clear for your ear to hear

I declare only live niggaz lock this year

96-i lost my dun; 97-it got worse..

Pull money out the team, got to get mork..

And sat down you play the background when shots sound off

Flashbacks of how my man is gone, kb forever in my memory

I spill some henny then I keep it moving



{chorus}:

Yo, do our thing, we got this, rockin this

Aint nobody stoppin this rakim and imfamous

Reck the hood for you and yours-no doubt crash the bars

You dont really wanna go against the source



[big noyd]

Surprise open eye, peep the foulness, wildness

Its bug, niggaz dug in the projects you holiday thug

Ease up all that illin and grillin

Get ya melon lite up, you niggaz is butt

You want me, Im reppin wb, what?

Where you find me at spillin congac from a cup

With my heat next to my nuts

Never been afraid to bust

Slug rushin to your head like dust

If that wasnt enough as long as strong and tough

We squeeze back, better believe he no longer breath-black

Fuckin wit these swayze cats

I got dreams of raising my little queen and nobody gonna stop that

In fact black, if you come at me dont come sloppy

All my baby girl got is a papi to guide her

Through this world of hatred

And I die to see that she make it

And die to let the nextman take it, is you stupid, um...



[rakim]

Yo, you wanna come test, son is mad from stress

Penalty is death, pay your last respects

We harass you reap if you slept or half step

We adapt to see who we can master next

After sex pass the bless for after effects

Relax your stress through mad physac, mad contact

Cash a check to get assets we blast techs

Dealing with the mental aspect on chest

So we create a trust, if you dunns come to shot

Get hit with a twenty-one gun salute

I keep a loaded yet deadly 7sc 30

Soon as you it hit me I release lyrics of fury

And quick to say a poem to ricochet in your dome

My click made me leave the nickel-plated at home alone

So I can get chatter and be the better trend setter

The 18th letter forever



{chorus 2x}

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