[Verse 1: Prodigy] Ayo, Queens get the Money long time no cash I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast The fool retaliated so I had to think fast Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last Now who the fuck you think is living to this day? I'm tryna tell these young niggas crime don't pay They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play Do your thing, I'll do mine kid stay outta my way" It's type hard tryna survive in New York state Can't stop 'til I'm eating off a platinum plate Po po comes around and tries to relocate me Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me Cause having cash is highly addictive Especially when you're used to having money to live with I thought step back look at my life as a whole Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helping ya I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular Yo, Big Noyd! (What up cousin?) I can't cope With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope
[Verse 2: Big Noyd] Yo, it's the R-A-double-P-E-R N-O-Y-D, niggas can't fuck with me Coming straight outta QB, pushing an Infiniti You ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally? Definitely, to the death of me, come and test me Trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me So bust me, you're gonna have to, cause I'mma blast you My lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual I'm born with it, I'm getting on with it And I'mma have it 'til I'm fucking dead and gone with it Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore, a lyrical destructor Don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild mothafucka You know my flow, you know my steelo Even pack my gat when I go to see my PO Jump out my hooptie, pass my gat and my lucci To my shorty in case my PO try to troop me To the island, and if I start wildin Flipping on niggas walking around with the nice gold medallions But she didn't violate me, so I escaped see Back to Queen's pumping the fiends making more CREAM Know what I mean? I'm a natural born hustler Won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya
[Verse 3: Havoc] Hey Yo, ain't no time for faking jacks cause brothers who fake jacks Get laid on their backs, the streets is real Can't roll without steel, I feel how I feel Cause I was born to kill, do what I gotta To eat a decent meal, brothers is starving Don't try to find a job son, it's all about robbing So don't be alarmed when we come through We supposed to, if you opposed to, get your face blown dude Off the map, cause I react, attack A brother wasn't blessed with wealth, so I act like that Drug dealing, only mess with shorties thats appealin I'm fronting on the world once I start 4-wheeling Cause back on the 41st Side, we do a ride Sipping E&J, getting bent all night Yo, who that? I never seen him in my whole life, step to his business Cause it's only right, po-po ain't around so I grab my pound Money retaliated so I hit the ground, my life is on the line Gotta hold my projects down, can't see myself getting bodied By a clown.....ass nigga that ain't even from my town Hit him up in the chest and now he's laying me down dead And up from under the benches I started hearing sirens I stop firing, to cut ass like a diamond, jetted to the cribpiece What a relief, stashed the heat then proceeded to peep Out the window, call my son, "yo son we got beef But no question, money had a problem so I solved him"
[Verse 4: Prodigy] I got my mind on the stick-up, now it's time to get paid Thinking of ways to take loot already made There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid Give me yours and get laid, give up the goods and get sprayed I got lots of love, for my crew that is No love for them other crews and rival kids All them out-of-town niggas know what time it is And if they don't, they need to buy a watch, word up Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt up While I be sipping gin straight in a plastic cup On a park bench on 12th Street, my whole crew's famous You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless First of all slow down, you on the wrong route Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about The street life ain't nothing to play with No jokes no games kid for years I been doing the same shit Just drinking liquor, doing bids, extorting crack heads And sticking up the stick-up kids