My Gats Spitting - Explicit Album Version

(Verse One: Havoc)
Is it real like niggaz claimin, 'stay to this'
Let me answer that question while Im aiming this
Hear them one good time, is he faking kid?
Not bleeding like that, he gonna need a shit bad
Lay the fuck up, suck it through from a tube
a million dollars wont even put my feet in his shoes (check it out)
Niggaz lose they life, hear as nature
and niggaz die when...tryin, Im gangsta, niggaz
Straight pussy, I can smell that shit
Theres only one way that I can duse that shit
Slugs comin through, better move that shit
He was gangsta but he died tryin ta prove that shit
Them QB niggaz, too grimey for yall
We stick together, fuck what you heard in the song
The 41st Side, and that love go long
Niggaz screamin out, 'dunn'
and we put yall on...
Chorus: Havoc (2x)
So fuck yall niggaz
Buck yall niggaz
Aint no way you can touch my niggaz
Try my nigga
Die my nigga
All yall niggaz...my gats spittin
(Verse Two: Infamous Mobb)
Aiyo
You feel my niggaz when we come through, thuggin it
You lovin it, the way we at ball like the government
Im 1/3 President, the AB, the medicine, we OD heavenly
You fuckin with veterans whos better than us,
The In-fa-mous,
We crush crab niggaz to dust and sweep-o-mop
When the heat raise up,
aint no ifs, ands , or buts
The most scandalous, make your blood rush
through your body like it aint never did before
We the mall, and we guarantee the realist of all
My spirit is torn
My guns is long
My team is strong
We king kong niggaz when the heat is on
And no matter if Im wrong or right,
believe me, Im right
If anything else, nigga prepare to fight
like, nuckle up, get your face bowl up
or, buckle up and get shot the fuck down
cause we got 4 pounds that dont make no sounds
Real creepy, so be careful when you see me, breathe easy
Believe me, its far from what you see on tv,
Its real life drama, you wouldnt want to be me...
Chorus: Havoc (2x)
So fuck yall niggaz
Buck yall niggaz
Aint no way you can touch my niggaz
Try my nigga
Die my nigga
All yall niggaz...my gats spittin
(Verse Three: Prodigy)
Aiyo,
There aint no niggaz on the face of the map, fuckin with this
Infamous, yall, that dominant mall
Just park your attention on my dogs, its us
We the ones with that dope shit,
that cold crush
We burn em up, turn it up, its on
We gonna do it til it death us, fuck yo thoughts
Niggaz be plottin to dead us, they move in veine
Get they head bust open, its not a thing
So rap fo these niggaz
My team is tough
Its not a game, motherfucka
We cleanin up
Gettin that money, motherfucka
You king or what
We use your head, dunn , its right there
Get you some
You lack strength, motherfucka
Better get you some
Fors me, Im more than a family, dunn
and we handles our business
and continue to bang
and chump niggaz
Grow and get bigger, flow and get richer
Chorus: Havoc (2x)
So fuck yall niggaz
Buck yall niggaz
Aint no way you can touch my niggaz
Try my nigga
Die my nigga
All yall niggaz...my gats spittin