[Havoc]
  You know my weapons conventional, blow a hole, then you folding
  You be the death of you, every do, last view will be arial
  Put the Range on off road, the woods to bury you
  Never question my M.O., or the ammo I carry, a state
  Crime or federal, task force to battle you
  Faggots, know what the lead'll do, put ya vest on daddy
  Them slugs will burn like verenial, off top to carry you
  Dirty laundry, we airing you, respect my gangsta, and shotty
  You little raps don't grab me, the truth'll hurt for they addy
  They drink the drink and rade the pain, to build some courage to clap me
  Give a fuck if it's tellin' you, more the merry, I'm marry to guns
  Muthafucka, pull ligaments, nigga, they vary
  Being need of some medical, livin' life as vegetable
  Take that, think about it and don't try nothin' fancy
  Make a move and I'll level you, like a bomb with atomic forces
  Niggaz betta pray and kiss they crosses
  Holy water to bless you, them slugs will tear your tissue
  And clog the fuck outta a vassel, and got you seeing me crystal
  Niggaz sweatin' in they sleep, I got them sleepin' with pistols
  I'm the dope, you the fiend, fuckin' right, I'm fiction
  
  [Chorus 2X: Havoc]
  Shot a nigga from frontin', I'm on the run now
  Nigga try to fuck with my hustle, I'm on the run now
  Used to gettin' paper, I'm touchin', I'm on the run now
  Life is so good, nigga, push me, I'm on the run now
  
  [Prodigy]
  Nigga be duckin' and slidin', cuz they know we providin'
  All the shots for they night, they on us, we got it
  It's on us, you can put ya money back ya pocket
  Keep ya chains and ya watches, this is deeper than robbing
  I want your soul muthafucka, see you deep in some shit
  Now you catchin' and shifts, and now I'm ready to flip
  Without a thought, now we up in the whips
  We pay our own music, yeah, yo, we all on our dicks
  Got these bitches nose open, they be breezin' and fiendin'
  Got her shootin' at people, mad cuz they do leave them
  They can't believe it, now my car change with the seasons
  When the spring, summer, fall, the truck droppin' the t-rex
  I be boatin' and flying, strapped in when I'm driving
  Be on the side walking off, we truly be wilding
  They got billions behind 'em, still can't fuck with our rhyming
  And these songs overpower, where shit they frontin'
  
  [Chorus 2X]