Mobb Deep — World War III

[Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo, I rose early mornin', spread my wings yawnin' Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin' Look down and see dry blood all on my garment It stained up my Guess formers, Kevlar'd enormous I hopped up outta my bed holdin' my head Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head I can recall an eight man brawl, three men fall Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill An eye for an eye you know my science of life Is you man or mice, thugs or the cowardly type? [Verse 2: Havoc] For every rhyme I write recites every day life Queensbridge streets at night even more trife Hold me down son, never let sleep, danger lurk Niggas creep, doing they dirt never in peace By my self foreverly bent, pores leaking with the foul liquor scent Losing track of loot I spent, but ain't no time for that It's '96 get on point like a motherfucker similar to pyramids You listening? Eh yo, its on like that You know the saying: Once you bust gat no turning back Pop you, till they drop and it there ain't no stopping Hit em up, fill them with the slug toxin Eyes in back of my head steadily watching Pass the heat to the clique, assist like John Stockton And let the Mobb take you to the hoop We coming straight up the middle, end one no doubt true [Verse 3: Prodigy] I kick reality shit that you could feel like you're holding it Grab a hold of this grip tight like its your last bit Futuristic, high tech computer chip lyric, its beyond the year 2000 Some dominant, confident niggas is conquering Overminding, my Mobb done did it again Vertical raps straight up and down My wolf pack 'll go at the whole globe attack the map Ambassador P, with strengthly, strip your sleeve of your stripes You're branded for the rest of your life Now you can sit back and cherish the time that we spent A foul memory of timb boots, rights and lefts and razors Your face get open from B.I Maniac niggas get clapped and sent to triage The story of my life, crew got shot, stabbed with knife Make a weapon out of anything and take your life Violence follow me like the bitch from Fatal Attraction It seems I attract drama so action Let's begin World War III Mobb Deep, Infamous Mobb, Rapper Noyd, Q.B.C My crew immune to this shit, mega guns fight every night Faggot ass niggas is dykes, nigga, word up