Huh? What do you want?

I'm gonna kill you

You bastard!

Uh

It's the juk-juks

Ah

All you see is crook-crooks

Shout out to Havoc, good lookin' on the beat

Forever P!

Streetlife, what's good?

'Bout to go in, son

Look, red bones and red bottoms

Like Red Bull we gon' give 'em wings, we red dot 'em

Candy wrappers? Send 'em in, we red hot 'em

Head shot 'em

Go against my grain, get head problem

Big dummy, garbage rappers, we Red Fox 'em

Shoot an actor in high def then RedBox 'em

Tip the scales in my favor, stay in your top ten

If life's like a triple beam, I'm weighing my options

Y'all like, "Why Mef? You high Mef?"

Keep a Big Poppa 'cause I ain't Ready to Die yet

I digress, so I'm just too intense to digest

Stretched in a Pyrex, compliments to my chef

Game ain't been the same since I left

Is they really crooks or just a pain in my neck?

Wu-Tang, ain't no lames in my set

Fresh pair of Nike Airs, I just do it for my check

I be the first to tell these rappers, "Get your bars up!"

Shout to P, you know it's Havoc when we Mobb up (what?)

I tell that smut, "Date over, pull your drawers up"

Cigar guts all up in the club puttin' squad up (up-up)

Throw your squad up (up-up)

Throw your squad up (up-up)

Throw your squad up (up-up)

Cigar guts all up in the club puttin' squad up

I swoop in shootin' like I'm paratroopin'

We all in, we ridin', we car poolin'

My whole crew, we divin', we blood tunin'

Salute me or shoot me, Huey P. Newton

Your buffoonery is quite amusin'

This is not monkey business, stop coonin'

It's a method to my madness, I know what I'm doin'

There's a reason why I'm winnin' and you steady losin'

I'm about to blow like I'm balloonin'

Then show my whole ass when the black moon in

Got your girl in the green room teaspoonin'

Hit my man with the give-and-go, alley-oop 'em

Spit Def Jam when I'm Krush Groovin'

I'm appealin' with success and just keep it movin'

I'm heavy hittin' and you barely bruisin'

Come through Mobb Deep like a Wu reunion

I be the first to tell these rappers, "Get your bars up!"

Shout to P, you know it's Havoc when we Mobb up (what?)

I tell that smut, "Date over, pull your drawers up"

Cigar guts all up in the club puttin' squad up (Up-up)

Throw your squad up (up-up)

Throw your squad up (up-up)

Throw your squad up (up-up)

Cigar guts all up in the club puttin' squad up

Black Tims and black mask

Basuda, niggas know they rap trash

My suitors get all up in that ass

I maneuver, finish shit, no half-ass

Little niggas, we birthed y'all, for real though

Protect Ya Neck, get stomped out with steel toes

My real bros respect the code, it's real, yo

Y'all new niggas lookin' like some weirdos

But y'all niggas is co-signin'

Shook the whole island, these little hoes be lyin'

That bullshit, don't buy it, no point, so don't try it

While I like doin' riots on Ryker's Isle, you hidin'

From the realness, it's real, kid

Hav 'n' Meth in the buildin'

Forever P to infinity

Whoever don't like it, cut that nigga, let the fucker bleed

I be the first to tell these rappers, "Get your bars up!"

Shout to P, you know it's Havoc when we Mobb up (What?)

I tell that smut, "Date over, pull your drawers up"

Cigar guts all up in the club puttin' squad up (Up-up)

Throw your squad up (up-up)

Throw your squad up (up-up)

Throw your squad up (up-up)

Cigar guts all up in the club puttin' squad up