So Ill

[Verse 1: Prodigy] Man, I been fucked up for so long and now I'm rich All the other broke niggas that I used to fuck with Got that look in their eyes, got that scheme on their face When I pop up around the way, like shit changed Look here, don't make me put your brains on display You niggas never really gave a fuck about P Now it's all about me and why I don't break bread Where do he sleep and how can we break in Is he in his Jeep or maybe it's the Porsche Naw, let's catch him in the V and tear the nigga all up No, I don't think so I'm all in my mirrors and out my windows I get up out the car with the Desert Eagle Shorty don't like me, said I got an ego So she tell niggas they should stick me Gassing niggas up to make history So, they take the jux so they can make the books But I bang the heat when they came for me [Hook: Prodigy] Niggas think they so ill 'Til you make a little blood spill Now you punk-ass niggas know Fucks with me, it's a must you bleed Niggas think they so ill 'Til you make a little blood spill Now you punk-ass niggas know Fucks with me, it's a must you bleed [Verse 2: Havoc] Catch me, New York cruising, sticking and moving Smoking that sour diesel on point every time that I blew it Now scheming on me is foolish, don't think about it, just do it I put you through it like that hurricane that ran through Houston You ain't shooting, you ain't scaring nothing, y'all just flukes Rob a nigga, strip his ass down to the birthday suit I never pick grapes, but I cut me a bunch I'm that nigga in the club watching your ass get duffed Niggas want to hang up once they find they got war with us And they baby mama slutting out there on tour with us Pass it to the homie once a nigga get bored with her Almost couldn't nut because your ass keep calling And dude fronting, come on, baby, you ain't got them guns All you got is that rusty ass revolver, son And you can't fool me, I know they borrowed, nigga Niggas think that they ill but the Mobb is iller [Hook]