Burn

[Havoc]

It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte

Slugs that leave niggas drugged like a chick slip the Mickey

I'm so on the low it'd take a Navy SEAL to get me, when I

surface

If not chips to Benz is the purpose

On your team I'll pull the curtain, a beautiful hurtin

'Til my eyes see the blood, that mean the creep start workin

Niggas never learnin that they eyes keep lurkin

Have ya janitor pumpin your X5 merkin

Skid marks the street, your heart skips a beat

Beef? Nigga overcook that meat

Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink

My life story was written in blood, permanent ink

Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em

Gotta think like that cuz forever I be needin 'em

Plan flawless, mistakes never repeatin 'em

Some love, some hate me, bitches in the head beatin 'em (So)

Niggas wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)

We clap motherfucker, want a real rap show?

Fiends are rushin when the mack blow, dead in my castle

And in the blink watch how quick life pass you

[Chorus - Vita] 2x

What's wrong with motherfuckers,

When will the ever learn

Keep playin with that fire,

And that ass is gettin burned

Fuckin with semi-autos,

One foot is in the grave

We givin all of y'all,

Somethin to be afraid of

[Big Noyd]

Lemme tell you how it's goin down, it's on now

Niggas used to love me, now they wanna hate me now

I'm that same nigga with the tech, holdin the spot down

Except I'm pushin a Lex, lettin the top down

But wait, you don't think I live a pop life now

That's hate, you could get popped right now

Me don't play, I keep a gun around my way

Cuz I'm a fuckin drama king like my nigga Kayslay

Sex, drugs, money, and murder all day

It's rules, guidlines, and codes, we obey

Don't even trip, IMD it's that I claim

Infamous Mobb Deep nigga, ready to bang

Nigga don't think shit stink, then shit hit the fans

So I don't slip, I'ma shit with my gun in my hand

It's a thug thing y'all niggas wouldn't understand and

Y'all keep guns we keep our shit bangin

[Chorus]

[Prodigy]

You a bitch-ass nigga, I had you kill't

All they had was your picture at the funeral

No casket, you bas-tards be missin

My jewels, my whip, my rims we bitchin

My guns be the heat that'll make you blister

My mens, my Timbs'll stomp you niggas

No shit, no clip, don't FUCK with us

It's no problem, I bring it to the best of them

From the old to the new, and the rest of them

No love, just slugs for ya body dunn

Just pain, just sufferin, and worst then that

You let me get my hands on you so I'm takin advantage

And that shit that you pulled ain't do me no damage

You don't know me, but we bout to change that shit

Wrap that nigga up like a package

Fuck all them nigga, buck all them faggots

[Chorus] 2x

[Vita talking]

Yeah, QB (Yeah)

Mobb Deep, dola

It's goin down, we're takin over

Vita, gettin this dough

We don't call it Murder for nothin (Murda!)

(Murda, Murda!)

I'll send you on

Prodigy, Big Noyd, Havoc

Yeah, y'all see us

It ain't a game..Yeah

Oh..Come on..Yeah..You see us