It's The Unit man
Nobody do it like we do it you nahimsayin'?
Straight G's nigga, G's up nigga
Infamous Mobb Deep nigga
Y'all know what time it is man
We clip up over here niggaWhat's Your Name Fool?[Chorus]
Capital P, Bandanna P, V-I-P, M-V-P
Are-S-V-P or are-I-P, V-S-O-P, A-S-A-PP-see-P, P get piecy with the hoes
First they gotta come bless me
I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris'
Heavy on the waist, memories what I say so
When this shit goes down
You won't be surprised how this shit turns out
I'm a gangsta you try my hand and get cut
And Hav by the raft for the AK dunn
I'm a menace, a millionaire, rich and I'm ruthless
You got plans at gettin' at P?
Don't do it
I'm a terror, white people call me black hearted nigga
My baby mom's left me, 'cause she couldn't put up with my foul attitude
I'm so fucked up, and I love it
It got me to where I'm at dunn
If I had it to do over, I wouldn't change a thing
I would still shoot at world and his mom'z for that chain
I would still get cut and would still catch a fade
By the older thugs around the way (What?)
I would still get cut and would still catch a fade
By the older thugs around the wayWhat's Your Name Fool?Capital P, bandanna P, V-I-P, M-V-P
Are-S-V-P or are-I-P, V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P, and.[Verse 2 - Havoc]
H-A-V, H get piecy with your hoes
First they gotta come bless me
I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris'
Heavy on the waist memories what I say
This is '06, '07, '08
You old school, fuck out my face
Who cares if you buyin' the rap
Now these rich little bastards got it on smash
We a new breed, not from the same game
Cut from the same cloth not from the same vein
If money ? flyin' out your mouth from talkin'
Then no comprende, your language is foreign
If your body language don't calm down humbly
Homicide homie if you move too suddenly
And don't fidget with your fingers
'cause we would take that for a gang sign nigga
Revenge is food that tastes best served cold
But we like it better when it's fresh off the stove
You could get keep your things, we want your soul
So hot, even Satan gotta goWhat's Your Name Fool?Capital H, A-V-O-see, H class diamonds, H-S-be-see
H killin' all these producers with his beats
Back seat of the H-3 you H-O-EH-A-V, H get piecy with your hoes
First they gotta come bless me
I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris'
Heavy on the waist memorise what I sayYea! Ha ha
Hollywood Hav nigga, Las Vegas P nigga, hah
Nyce nigga
Ya' niggas know what time it is man.
Real G's over here nigga, hah
What's up nigga give me the word nigga
I ride on these bitch ass industry niggas all day nigga
This is what we do ya' heard? Ha ha
Yeah man we stuntin' them Porsches too nigga
Back to back you bitch ass niggaz, Yea!
We got money nigga
Holla at me you bitch ass niggaz
I hate ya' niggaz man, aha
I fuckin' hate y'all man
Word up man
But we ridin' out though you knowhaimsayin'
MBK style.. Mobb Deep Style nigga
Ya' niggaz know what time it is nigga
Ride out nigga[Beat fades 'til end]
Songwriters
JOHNSON, ALBERT / MUCHITA, KEJUAN WALIEK / RICHMOND, CLINT / WHITTON, JOHNATHONPublished by
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