featuring Method Man

Intro:

Yeah...

Time to let these niggaz know Son

Niggaz don't even wanna motherfuckin understand

KnowhatI'msayin? Time to hit em with the third degree

Yeah you know the QBC here to drop a G

Yo...

Verse One: Havoc Prodigy

Look into the eyes True Lies your whole click despise

Especially me H A V O C

Don't want your chick cuz she's burning third degree

Plus you snitchin you ain't got no ties on me

I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond

Lying through your teeth swearing on your first born

Your word is weak, go hold a wake in this

Hit you up quick strictly shit that I'm livin in

You walk a line that's thin, you religious well you sin

Fuckin with the Mobb, Infamous to the end

I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc

Red dot right at your face, so set sail or rock it

And kept drivin, pull off like the Indy 5 G

In a four time Ford truck with Speed

like the motion picture, this nigga Gone With the Wind

My crime work, ninja style shit was did

And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from tracing

Anything that lead to the source, you know the boss

of the Mobb killing, is like an Unsolved Mystery

Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all history

Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get lovely

Never fails it's always something

No rest, daily gotta rock my vest

I shoot at your best man yeah your MVP

He played the front line got struck down immediately

I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps when

heavy load my military hold ammunition

Far from animation, it's real live, you think not

My crew, changing New York, who taking your spot