[Intro: Prodigy & [?]]
For my n***a Doo Wop
Fuck ya'll know about that shit (2001) here, man?
Yeah
Ain't no more to talk about then
Yea, yea, this for the world to hear, ya heard me? (Ain't no more to talk about then)
Yea, it's P right here, man
H.N.I.C., man, head n***a in charge
Infamous Mobb Deep
Ya'll n***as is clowns, man, straight up, man
Know how we do shit, n***a
Fuckin' ho ass n***a
Hova ass n***a (Infamous records, n***a)
Yea (Bars & Hooks, motherfucker)
This for you bitch ass n***a, yo (Let's do it, come on)

[Verse: Prodigy]
Yo we got y'all sized up, so what y'all gon' do
Cause sooner or later we gon' bump heads with you
And when that time come we gon' pound out your crew
Cristal bottle ya face, break you off a taste of this gangsta shit
You ain't score points stabbin' that fat fuck
Comе at this Mobb, dunn or E-Bags or [?], what, what, fuck y'all want with P?
Not a God damn thing, hammers'll bang, dunn
We specializе in collidin' with n***as (Ok)
We all up in the spot, all up in the events
N***a we been sellin' records back when you were suckin' Nas dick to get a verse on your first album
I was in [?] testin' my guns (Pow, pow, pow) 'cause back in Queens we was handlin' drama
I don't give a fuck about how much drugs you sold
And I could give a fuck about how much funds you hold
Let's talk about what's gon' be when you see me
Matter fact no more talkin', bring it when you see, bitch (Bitch ass n***a)
[Outro: Prodigy]
Straight up
Fuckin' what, man?