Favorite Rap Stars - Havoc, Styles P, Raekwon

My niggas flippin' it all day

Either on the corners or up in the hallways

Coke from Cuba, but they got it on Broadway

Pitchers on the front stoop, shooters in the doorway

…you a marble in the jacuzzi

The elevator ride to the top’ll make you woozy

Either shootin' the Uzi or the MK

Starter in the game, you just get in when the bench play

At your door with the four, «bonjour» like the French say

Nigga you just plain, cut you up like a sensei

Take you down like the statue at Penn State

Get you off your feet like an Olajuwon head fake

Come, come, comin' with Havoc to bring the havoc

Lightin' the chronic, Techtronics and automatics

Beware of the short niggas

Yeah I’m cool, but I’ll motherfuckin' torch niggas

All along…

Been them niggas that been reppin' in your favorite rap songs

Hold it for the hood, it’s money over broads

And we hustle in the cold 'til the whole pack gone

All along…

Been them niggas that been reppin' in your favorite rap songs

Hold it for the hood, it’s money over broads

And we hustle in the cold 'til the whole pack gone

I’m one in a million, diamond in the rough

Supplying that stuff that got every whip that I drive

Tough lion took steroids, olympian status

Gold medalling them niggas, ain’t nothin' 'bout me average

Cannons bigger than me, we go deaf when we shoot 'em

And niggas on the floor with they cerebellum oozin'

Every homie I brand with them featured on Gangland

Ice picks in pencil pockets and nines on they waistbands

Money over bitches, we smother then we ditch 'em

I’ll have 'em bag 'em up, butt-ass in the kitchen

I’mma leave bitches foamin' at the mouth

Fuck what you heard, it wasn’t drought, they lied

Over here it’s all the way gully

In the morning, answer to God’s calling

Snoring, I can’t afford to sleep, the cousin of death

The city never sleeps, so why the fuck would I rest?

It’s all about the motherfuckin' 'jects, Lex Diamond’s up next

Pull up, clap and distract you

Six cars away, yo, your brother in the back of the Ac'

I move pistols, hold 'em like infants

Jump out, rims, tints, guns is French, I can dent this

Out in Moscow Seagal style, look at the pair

Don’t stare when the chain is a watchtower

We when we comin', ain’t a Glock pulled

Rock the pyjama look

So now drama look like an eye-full

Coats Columbian with money in it

Ruthless Gotti, leather gloves on, the Wallies is blue body

Movin' through the dice game kickin'

Should have mittens on

Plottin' to dig in your pockets, we break niggas

Jumpin' in the A8's with swish men

Watches is Swiss, Chase Bank niggas

Drop you and then sprint

Don’t ever dare walk in front of me

Cold as I wanna be

An old nigga who pump where the money be