Lyrics

[Intro: Prodigy & Bars & Hooks] For my nigga 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 Nigga In Charge Infamous Mobb Deep Ya'll niggas is clowns, man, straight up, man Know how we do shit, nigga Fuckin' ho ass nigga Hova ass nigga (Infamous Records, nigga) Yea (Bars & Hooks, motherfucker) This for you bitch ass nigga, 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 Maj', what, what? Fuck y'all want with P? Not a goddamn thing, hammers'll bang, dunn, we specializе in collidin' with niggas (Ok) We all up in the spot, all up in the events Nigga we been sellin' records, back when You were suckin' Nas dick to get a verse on your first album I was in Sumner 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 it's gon' be when you see me Matter fact, no more talkin', bring it when you see, bitch (Bitch ass nigga) [Outro: Prodigy] Straight up Fuckin' what, man?