Mobb Deep — Just Step Prelude

Yo, son, tell 'em about that bullshit they put you through [Big Noyd] Yo, son, word is bond, dunn Sometimes I wish I had three different faces I'm going to court for three cases in three places One in Queens, Manhattan, one in Brooklyn The way things is looking, I'ma see central bookings Facing three 3-to-9's is mad time After ran concurrent for assault and 2-9's I gotta maintain 'cause stress on the brain Can lead to a motherfucking suicide thang And plus my probation, a ill violation How the fuck did I get in this tight situation? I'm going all out, you know, moves I never fake And fuck the jake, they can catch me at my wake And if I die, burn a bag of blade Put the lye in the air, sometimes I just don't care [Prodigy] Son, I got plans, power movements, get on some rude shit I keep living like this, I might lose it My man's coming home from doing long ass bids What up, Kiko? I ain't seen your ass since we was kids It's all strange; my niggas locked down thinking long range And see their names in the Daily News third page They sent a kite to my nigga Killer It only took one sword to put seven holes in his squealer A 3-to-9 spending most of his time inside the bing Reclined, and still came home with his shine