Paddyshop

[Produced By Havoc] [Verse 1: Prodigy] You can never understand the mind state My goal is to increase the crime rate And work at a fast pace, no time to think twice Catch the full blinking and he will be ice You're trying to play tough on the menu But I can see the trick within you I break it down to a science, word is bond Nine times out of ten says you'll never see your life again I'm ready to die, and ready for all y'all If you think you ready to try And push the G.O.D to the limit But I ambush and hit hard and bust shots in it You didn't really want to get involved with a gunfight Praying to God that you could live a long life But I put the knife to your throat and proceed to cut While you're bleeding on the floor with your mouth shut And what? [Hook] (Coming at you) All we do all day is All we do all day All we do all day is All we do all day [Verse 2: Havoc] Step through the door You can't step to ninety four With the mind of Saddam, hardcore, bringing war So cock your pistol A mac can rip like a Scud missile I'll leave a cop killer lost in your brain tissue Therefore, say no more, I'm the raw Kid with skills, give you more than what you came for My crew got my back so when you pop This Glock kicks hollow tips, hitting you up real quick I chill on the ill, mind my own, but still Stay your point, keep my steel cocked and ready for real I stay trife, and walk the projects at night Living right? Son, they want to take my life! I'm paranoid, damn sure ain't the weed I smoke It's the phony other brothers, while I'm on, they're broke I see 'em staring, with their heat to try to get bold Staring at my gold, so they eat a whole [?] like a mic When a rhyme commit crimes tonight Threw a bid on my head? Pump lead Leave your whole town red, bust a vessel instead I choose, you lose when I squeeze The enemies, them blow to fumes Spark a L, burn a brain cell, love love Ay black Paddyshop, light it up [Bridge: Big Noyd] Big Noyd in the house, representing Mobb Deep Either smoking a black, or the bluey one-twoey Light it up, light the weed and make a cloud (x4) [Verse 3: Prodigy] You got a lot of heart boy, all that yapping Acting like it can’t happen It’s brothers like you who fail to realize the realness So now I got to deal with this Back when I was younger, I used to get stuck But now the tables turned and I make the beef duck Quit stealing all you who want to try and play me I bet you if I hit you with the pound you’d obey me You must be smoking dust, my crew will flip for days And bust your face open in various ways I’m in too deep, ain't no if, what if, maybes And if you got a kid then the P is killing babies And after that, relax and get puffed out But watch your step cause you could still get rubbed out Stop fronting, get a Tec to your grill For real, you ain’t ill, I know the deal Puff a fat L, burn a brain cell, love love Ay black Paddyshop, lighting it up [Hook] [Verse 4: Havoc] I leave your brain in your face, [call?] [?] dead to mine Can’t find out project south, that’s when I climb out Be on a flow in the Ac flip-two ego one two Ay Black, that’s where they got that stay high Keep my mind in the sky, straight are the corrupt Front on this kid and you get bucked Left stuck off the raps I kick, Queensbridge kid, you dig? And rocks into the head, take a swig I’m bent, stay hard And if we bump into any shorties all I want to know is if there’s any skins to barb I live the high life, keep my mind right, do my dirt tonight Forget the pull, word is bond, it’s on Queensbridge, representing with the automatic fullies Weapons we pack, more cracks and flip G-packs Get that loot kid, what you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you? ’Cause it’s whole crews we run through I'm ill like Tommy Hill but brothers can’t figure the facts Fake Jacks, you’ll get ten in your back I react like a maniac, strapped with macs It’s what the petty tip you on cause I'm not on it like that I just chill, what the Hell? Everybody want to be a gangster Step to Havoc, and step into the Zone of Danger They get blown with the banger You been on a whore too long, a buck fifty flippin' on me Cause everywhere I go son, it’s time for me to flip Loose licks ain’t shit, aim a nine and don’t miss I learned to hold my own, protect my dome from beef I’m quick to squeeze my piece, when the beef get deep I get down for my crown in a minute Want some drama, want some gun? Imma end it! And all this time, I been smoking Drum, to relax my mind I’m stressed like a motherfucker, niggas get bucked On the ave, cause Queens niggas don’t give a fuck And if you didn’t know by now, Queensbridge is where I’m from The place that stars are born and phony rappers get done Spark an L, burn a brain cell, love love Ay black Paddyshop, lighting it up [Hook]