{Mobb Deep!} Show these b**h-a** n***as
{Free Agents!} Over and over and over again how we do this sh**
{*co*k and gunshot courtesy DJ Whoo Kid*}
[Prodigy]
Aiyyo, they say I'm cold-hearted, well I was born like that
From the womb to my tomb I'll be on it like that
From my cradle to my grave I'll be on that same sh**
No b**h can change my ways, I show no care
No thug can shake my frame, I show no fear
Be a cold day in hell once I arrive there
I slap God in the face for puttin me through this torture
{*GOD*} And bust through heaven's gates
{*DAMN*} if they don't wanna let me up
So while I'm still alive and kickin
I'ma run through this planet like I own this sh** here
f** up out my way 'fore you get yourself fitted
And sized up like tailored for bullets that fit in
The meat on your bones like knives on Thanksgiving
You bird-a** n***a, I'm a mobster, you a pigeon
Make no mistake, there's a difference between us
So when you see my face, turn your head like a s*ut
Word up, we body n***as for reckless eyeballin
n***as signin record deals and think they ballin
My n***as make joint ventures and own they mansions
You prostitute-a** n***a, hoe f*ggot, you a RAPPER
{*DAMN!*}
[Outro]
Okay okay okay, H-A-V-O-C
That n***a P, no doubt that's that gangsta sh** son, y'know? {*gunshot*}
All the time baby
We gon' continue to do this sh** like this here
Man y'knowImean? For y'all peoples {*co*ked*}
Cause we know y'all wants this {*gunshot*} sh** like this
Y'knahmsayin? Straight like that
{Shoutout.. Violator.. Chris Lighty!}
{Can't forget.. Mike Lighty.. John Lighty.. HA HA!} {*gunshot*}
{Non-stop}