Featuring Havoc




Verse One:




My Minds Set Son Got Wet Im Vexed Really



Snatched Of His Rolex Smacked His Bitch Silly



Why Niggas Actin Illy Word To Willy Bout To Feel It



I Feel It He Should Of Been Dealt Wit It



Dem Niggas Sour They Put To Much Flour In They Coke



(Hav And Nas: And Got The Nerve To Wonder Why They Broke)



While We Were Gleamin Niggas Was Schemin Seen The Ill Beamers



Beamin Triple Beam Double In Cream Had Em Feenin



To Get They Fingers On The Dosa I Called Sossa



Sossa These Niggas Hit The God Bring The Toasta



Meet Me In The Bridge Im About To Go Loca



He Came Thru Wit Two Fly Bitches, Venus And Vicious



Wit Two Macs Inside The Volvo, What Up God



I'm Still Sober, I Need Some Hen To Bend Me Over



My Nigga Hav Got Soldier. It's Goin Down It's Goin Down Kid



I Heard He Might Not Live, I'm Holdin Back Tears



I Told These Broads To Put It In Gear



Wit Two Females That Dont Sound In They Style Son



What Up Son, These Niggas Done Started Somethin Wild



You Know The Clique Well Ramel With The Gold In His Grill



Tried To Get A Name Holdin The Steel



I Paid Attention To The Females, Maintain Bitches When It Gets Real



Soss Pulled Me Close And Told Me The Deal



He Said Both Hoes Sprayed Shots And Still Handle The Wheel



Point Em Out Smoke A Phill And Chill



I Layed Back Escobar Status, Me And The Firm Got It Cornered



We On It Shit We Was Born Wit.....




Chorus: Havoc




Spark The Lai, QBC Yo Its Do Or Die



We In This The Business And Trifeness



I Finesse This For We Chef Shit, Perfect Shit



Aba Asta Minds Connect Wit Dangerous Sons Pull Back Let The Tech Lift



Lift You Up Bless You Wit A Shorty Then I Set You Up...




(repeat One More Time -- Sub "I"