Verse 1:
(Havoc)
Yo
Blowin' niggas wit rusty ass German things
Keepin' it thorough is our motherfuckin' claim to fame
Throw on your wetsuit
When it rains, it pours and all
Hit 'em with the four
Don't even know him from a hole in the wall
Get at me
Niggas wanna clap me
Snitches wanna rat me
Put it right where they back be
Keep my Dons close to me
Enemies even closer
Sendin' kites with the Motorolas, yo
Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match
Bad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats
Since a little dude
Eatin' niggas' food, buck-fifty's
Niggas can kill me but they comin' wit me
How about that
Send the Queen Bee to attack
Only a fly bitch like that can leave 'em and laugh
Rock 'em to sleep
Make 'em think the drama is dead
Yo I smile up in your face though I'm plottin 'instead
Chorus:
(Lil' Kim)
Yo it's the real shit
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
(repeat)
Verse 2:
(Lil' Kim)
Hot damn hoe, here we go again
Light as a rock ,bitch
Hard as a cock, bitch
This shit knock for blocks through hardtops
In the parkin' lots
Where my nigga Rock like to spark a lot
My Brooklyn style speak for itself
Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt
The embezzler, chrome treasurer
The U-N-O competitor
I'm ten steps ahead of ya
I'm a leader
Ya'll on some followin' shit
Comin' in this game on some modelin' shit
Bitches suck cock just to get to the top
I put a hundred percent, in every line I drop
It's the Q-to-the-B, wit the M-O-B-B
Queensbridge Brooklyn and we're D-double-E-P
What?
Ya'll wish I lived the life I live
Aiyyo Prodigy, tell 'em what this is Don
Chorus
Verse 3:
(Prodigy)
I could never get enough of it
Yo that's my shit
I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline
Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes bitches wanna thug it
Makes the projects love it
We come through like, "Fuck it"
Ya'll want problems
Pursue it
Let's do it
Infamous Mobb bosses
Check out the portrait at the round table
My Don speakin' wit his twin ghost
It's gangsta how we rock, while you watch
Attracted to our style, this is how we get down
Wit big jewelry and big guns
We get busy
It get grizzly
Beat niggas bloody
Twist niggas frontin', get to runnin'
'Fore the mens get to dumpin', the fans get to thumpin'
M-O-B-B
Got the whole spot jumpin'
When my niggas step in the place, damn, you gotta love it
Chorus