Right Back At You (Original Version)

[Produced by Havoc] [Verse 1: Prodigy] Now, '94 to '95, innocent without crime... (Drop that shit) Yeah, yeah, check it out Now run for your life, or you wanna get your heat, whatever We can die together As long as I send your maggot ass to the essence I don't give a fuck about my presence I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel 24-7, mac 11 is my people So why you wanna end your little life like this? Cause now you've bumped heads with kids that's lifeless I live by the day only if I survive The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore Ways of action, I grab the gat, then Ain't no turning back when I start blastin' Pick up the handle and insert the potion Cock the shit back in a calm like motion No signs of anger or fear cause you the one in danger Never share your plans with a stranger, word is bond [Hook: repeat 2X] I put the drop on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew? Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you [Verse 2: Havoc] Fuck where you're at kid, it's where you're from Cause where I'm from, niggas pack nothin' but the big guns Around my way, niggas don't got remorse for out-of-towners Come through fronting and get stuffed with the 3-pounder The loud sounder, ear ringer And I'm a point the finger, on all you wannabe gunslingers You got a real ice grill but are you really real Step to the hill and I'm a test your gun skills Cause real niggas don't try to profile You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwild But swing that bullshit this way And I'm a make your visit to the bridge a motherfucking short stay Queensbridge, that's where I'm from The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done 6 blocks and you might not make it through What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you With macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush You thought that you could come around my way and beef, stupid fuck What the hell you smoking? What the fuck possessed you To come out your face, now I have to wet you Throw on my Timbs, black mask and black serpent Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30 [Hook] [Verse 3: Hype Da Madman] Straight up and down, Imma let you know now You feel the gunshot bloaw from the Red Eye style Now pass the owl and let me roll the method Shit’s hectic while I’m cested, where’s the mic? Let me wreck it, check it My rugged rhyme, lyrical design hit your spine Every time that the Red Eye shine Blinds the naked eye cause they can’t see through The smoked screen behind the scene stands the Red Eye crew Now it’s true, my spiritual comes through my physical Both connected by the method, therefore I’m lyrical So what you gonna down I come to pursue With my Tec 22 and infra red on you? For real, my laser beam likes to s[???] when I squeeze I’m like a sniper when I strike you, steady busting from trees MCs, you know my steez, I’m living trifle with the rifle Punks I make them st[???] feed they ass to my disciples [Verse 4: Big Noyd] My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling The game got him bugging, I trying to tell him slow down cousin But he vexed and niggas getting wet up in the projects But with no doubt, shortie's out for his respect But is his brain insane from the lye? From smoking that one eighteen tiny tye Why, a nigga just died last week As he swore he was grown and he's a thug in the street And it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack macs His eyes is wild with the rezzy monkey on his back But I'm stressed and I need to be blessed With a firepack, don't even go there cause it ain't like that Slow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play me? You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me Then he was Swayze...