My Gats Spitting

[Verse One: Havoc] Is it real like niggas claimin', "stay to this" Let me answer that question while I'm aiming this Hear them one good time, is he faking kid? Not bleeding like that, he gonna need a shit bad Lay the fuck up, suck it through from a tube A million dollars won't even put my feet in his shoes (check it out) Niggas lose they life, hear as nature And niggas die when...tryin', I'm gangsta, niggas Straight pussy, I can smell that shit There's only one way that I can duse that shit Slugs comin' through, better move that shit He was gangsta but he died tryin' ta prove that shit Them QB niggas, too grimey for y'all We stick together, fuck what you heard in the song The 41st Side, and that love go long Niggas screamin' out, "dunn" And we put y'all on... Chorus: Havoc (2x) So fuck y'all niggas Buck y'all niggas Ain't no way you can touch my niggas Try my nigga Die my nigga All y'all niggas...my gats spittin' [Verse Two: Infamous Mobb] Aiyo You feel my niggas when we come through, thuggin' it You lovin' it, the way we at ball like the government I'm 1/3 President, the AB, the medicine, we OD heavenly You fuckin' with veterans who's better than us The In-fa-mous We crush crab niggas to dust and sweep-o-mop When the heat raise up Ain't no ifs, ands, or buts The most scandalous, make your blood rush Through your body like it ain't never did before We the mall, and we guarantee the realist of all My spirit is torn My guns is long My team is strong We king kong niggas when the heat is on And no matter if I'm wrong or right Believe me, I'm right If anything else, nigga prepare to fight Like, nuckle up, get your face bowl up Or, buckle up and get shot the fuck down Cause we got 4 pounds that don't make no sounds Real creepy, so be careful when you see me, breathe easy Believe me, it's far from what you see on tv It's real life drama, you wouldn't want to be me... Chorus: Havoc (2x) So fuck y'all niggas Buck y'all niggas Ain't no way you can touch my niggas Try my nigga Die my nigga All y'all niggas...my gats spittin' [Verse Three: Prodigy] Aiyo There ain't no niggas on the face of the map, fuckin' with this Infamous, y'all, that dominant mall Just park your attention on my dogs, it's us We the ones with that dope shit That cold crush We burn 'em up, turn it up, it's on We gonna do it 'til it death us, fuck yo' thoughts Niggas be plottin' to dead us, they move in veine Get they head bust open, it's not a thing So rap fo' these niggas My team is tough It's not a game, motherfucka We cleanin' up Gettin' that money, motherfucka You king or what We use your head, dunn, it's right there Get you some You lack strength, motherfucka Better get you some For's me, I'm more than a family, dunn And we handles our business And continue to bang And chump niggas Grow and get bigger, flow and get richer Chorus: Havoc (2x) So fuck y'all niggas Buck y'all niggas Ain't no way you can touch my niggas Try my nigga Die my nigga All y'all niggas...my gats spittin'