[Verse 1: Havoc]
 Niggas know and if they don’t
 I shoot ‘em in the head, whatever rock his f-cking boat
 Niggas in my face, you better leave before you can’t
 I lay shots like stamps, no Fedex
 I’m hot check the critics, call the paramedics
 Your man was talking reckless so you know he had to get it
 Me and money’s magnetic, and you the polar opposite
 [bad word] through, [bad word] start dropping it, getting low
 I don’t gotta trick, the only magic I know
 Wore the number 32 and retired some time ago
 So check the liner notes and miss me with the [bad word] 
 Miss me with it or get hit with a full clip
 I’m back on it, you can bet your [bad word] on it
 I’m so sure that I could put my f-cking last on it
 And if I didn’t sell then you know I rapped on it
 Beat so ugly, gotta put a f-cking mask on it

[Hook: Prodigy]
 We get it forever
 It’s on forever
 Calm down, never
 Slow it down, never

We get it forever
 We do this forever
 It’s on forever
 Calm down, never
 Slow it down, never

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
 Looking through my eyes’ view I see nothing but
 Success for us, non-stop nothing but
 Long money, long jab I stretch
 Wrap around the Earth, 80 times 10
 Warm breezes and Barbado nights
 Living sweet yea but it’s a cold life
 You know we strapped in, best you buckle up
 I did my little bid in years, yeah wassup wassup
 Dare a [bad word] trouble us, make my niggas risk all of this
 Infamous good [bad word]  so quick
 I’ll be back inside the cage, my rage is unchanged
 For this change, yeah this bank, I have for this pain
 Change and pinky rings, estates for the kings
 Queens-bred gentlemen, she know how we bang
 You tamper with this plush lifestyle, may you lay
 In a hole ’til you ferment, your bones decay

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Nas]
 [bad word] from where murders occur often on late nights
 Niggas is high and they eyes be red as 2 brakelights
 Medical marijuana, Henny bottles, and Grey Goose
 Semi’s and shottys on deck, everybody’s face screwed
 But you know this already, my hood the coldest and deadly
 Soldiers is ready, I am boastful, forgive me
 [bad word] talking to cops cry when they [bad word] get washed
 Beef coulda been squashed, go finish that [bad word] that you start
 No clip in your Glock, you ain’t prepared to fire
 We call that riding with no air in your tire
 You’re flattened, it’s a pattern after scrapping
 What usually happen, death on arrival
 Survival of the [bad word]  ain’t nothing like that Queensbridge [bad word] 
 Y’all niggas finished, your only chances are diminished
 And we don’t need no f-cking witness
 Ain’t what you know, it’s what you live and we live it

[Hook]