Word up son, word..
Yeah, to all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
For real, niggas who ain't got no feelings
Check it out now

[Prodigy]
I got you stuck off the realness
We be the infamous, you heard of us
Official Queens bridge murderers
The [bad word] equipped with warfare
Beware of my crime family,
Who got 'nuff shots to share
For all of those who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face,
Stab your brain with your nosebone
You're all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
And keep them shook [bad word] ,
Like they supposed to [bad word] around but they [bad word] close to
I can see it inside your face
You're in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
With bullet holes and such
Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
You can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it will be your very last time breathin'
Your simple words just don't move me
You're minor, we're major
You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a playa
Don't make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight
My gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is older
And when the things get for real,
My warm heart turns cold
Another [bad word] deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nuttin' really, ay yo dun, [bad word] the Philly
So I can get my mind off these yellow backed niggas
Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
If I die, I couldn't choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation
Getting closer to God, in a tight situation
Now, take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Son, they shook,
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
They shook
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look

Livin' the live, that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
Some of 'em get shot, locked down
And turn nuns
Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones, shook ones
He ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one

[Havoc]
For every rhyme I write, it's 25 to life
Yo, it's a must the gats we [bad word] safeguardin' my life
Ain't no time for hesitation
That only leads to incarceration
You don't know me, there's no relation
Queens bridge niggas don't play
I don't got time for your petty thinking mind
Son, I'm bigga than those
Claimin' that you pack heat,
But you're scared to hold
And when the smoke clears,
You'll be left with one in your dome
13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
You talk a good one, but you don't want it
Sometimes I wonder: Do I deserve to live,
Or am I going to burn in [bad word] for all the things I did
No time to dwell on that cause my brain reacts
Front if you want kid, lay on your back
I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a child's place, kid you out of line
Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sippin', E&J, got my mind flippin'
I'm buggin', think I'm how bizarre to hold my hustlin'
Get that loot kid, you know my function
Cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal
And once I get on I'ma put on on my people
React mixed to lyrics
Like Macs I hit your dome up
When I roll up, don't be caught sleepin',
Cause I'm creepin'

Son, they shook,
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
They shook
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
They shook,
Cause ain'