U.S.A. (Aiight Then)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Prodigy] Aiyyo, this one's for all my M.O.B.B.  And my out-of-state niggas reppin' NYC To my dunns up in the clink, stuck in the bing For my dawgs on the corner that cook they own weight For young lords livin' like old time kings And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things Just a little something for ya block to sing Can you relate? Do you feel me? Aiight then [Verse 1: Havoc] Mind like the Dutch, forward or backwards Couldn't clear my style, like Anita Baker "Rapture" Fracture, cry now, laugh later We assist and compute data, on ya IBM Dime bitches, I be eyein' them Shoot me down a hundred times Still come up wit' new lines Rec execs dont like me Come up with new rhymes See you on the edge and give a push for all mankind [Chorus: Prodigy] Aiyyo, this one's for all my M.O.B.B.  And my out-of-state niggas reppin' NYC To my dunns up in the clink, stuck in the bing For my dawgs on the corner that cook they own weight For young lords livin' like old time kings And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things Just a little something for ya block to sing Can you relate? Do you feel me? Aiight then [Verse 2: Prodigy] Mike Tyson style, animal dunns, we live wild Too many ways to die, we alive for now We cross borders, take the guns along wit' us Defend Infamous to the fullest Protect my dunns that came with me, they move with me Its risky for you to try to approach the god shifty We all gorgeous, the most fly, the illest It's amazing what my Benz do to ya bitches While you bearin' witness, we handlin' ya chick bidness Thug her out, dug her out, you know the dealings [Verse 3: Havoc] Picture you dead and in the raw, flippin' too Not ready for what you and Moms already missin' you Old fool from the old school You thirty-six, I been doin' this since niggas selling nicks Gettin' head from tricks Takin' shorts for kicks Niggas mad ain't tell them where the stash was at If she a dime baby moms, dunn be baggin' that Smack 'em with the gat (What) React that [Chorus: Prodigy] Aiyyo, this one's for all my M.O.B.B.  And my out-of-state niggas reppin' NYC To my dunns up in the clink, stuck in the bing For my dawgs on the corner that cook they own weight For young lords livin' like old time kings And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things Just a little something for ya block to sing (Yeah) Can you relate? Do you feel me? Aiight then [Bridge: Prodigy] And to my Fifth Ward clique (How you like this?) And to my Dirty South thugs (How you like this) And to my Westside niggas (Let's unite this) And to my Chi-Town gangstas, keep thuggin' it [Verse 4: Prodigy] Connect the dots Merge with many a block My Porto Rock representatives blow plenty of shots It's love sincerely, deep in my heart For those that relate to this here song [Verse 5: Havoc] Lovin' the angel Have you noddin' off like good dope And if the nappy good, then bolt regardless Finish it when you want to start shit Turn the body into carcass Handle mines regardless [Chorus: Prodigy] Aiyyo, this one's for all my M.O.B.B.  And my out-of-state niggas reppin' NYC To my dunns up in the clink, stuck in the bing For my dawgs on the corner that cook they own weight For young lords livin' like old time kings And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things Just a little something for ya block to sing Can you relate? Do you feel me? Aiight then [Outro: Prodigy] And for my Midwest terrorists, rock this For my New Orleans team, they can't stop us And to my Little Rock clique that's heartless This for my Beantown dogs and the lifers From Seattle to pink houses The Unified States of America, let's get it right, shit