Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin Look down and see dry blood all on my garment It stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head I can recall an eight man brawl three men fall Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill An eye for an eye you know my science of life Is you man or mice thugs or the cowardly type I kick the 98 shit for your ears to list Nigga P where you headed it's time to pass kids [what's the kids be doin' yo] Kickin' rhymes that's true lies Let me break 'em down to size minimize they air air time After this you never will go back to that which Sit back an' write half ass shit The last official takin out the artificial Let me relieve you replace that shit with some lethal Mobb, remember the name it's been along That nigga's shook to death from the first fuckin song Fluidly my mind flooded with jewels infinite The kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live shit Bear witness to this diligent street cat I carry myself hold myself down in fact This one dedicated to my niggaz on run Holdin big gats go for your gun Prepare to crush them we trust none Man who ain't down with the clan The Mobb dynasty apparantly you thought I was some other type Nigga you could fuck with you shit outta luck Boss I break your compass throw you way off course We buildin from ground up startin from ground zero Mafia on da see the name upon the mirror Durable physically fit raps articulate You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous Still facinated by my ste Little P wanna be me, huh you no D
Chorus: Prodigy
One time son you know we be the illest in this Push the shit back, QBC gat, plottin to move back The big mouth cat ship'll sink to the bottom Easily overthrowin niggaz, rollin over niggaz
Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
Yo crushed grills, dollar bills, swiss suit on Screw on drysell nigga with his loot on Watch this, gun glock less, fiends scopin out my rock shit Diamond on some H&R Block shit Hear me, gets Larry and his sneakers are shot Word to me Dunn, the uniform do mean a lot I approach lit up cousin sit up matter of fact get up What fuss on the bottom face slit up Yeah where you from I'm from here You know Brina and Javier, and Little Life doin thirty years Analyzin this wise guy a look alike first prize guy Lit up the thai said riiiight! Emotionally playin him close like I'm suppossed to be Somethin spoke to me, it was this little nigga pokin me I heard sirens now turn around about to hit em Son was pro nine with the emblem Grabbed my goose down the walkie-talkie Foul I'm loose now shot went off knocked the juice down It ricocheted and hit a GS now here comes EMS, Dunn was leanin near a ZX Next time shit's parental, God slap fire out yer mental Jet in a boat with rims to mental
