Prodigy of Mobb Deep — Freestyle

What up, thunn? Hold it down, son Yeah, check it [Verse one] Yo Anthem of the big barrels, handlers of huge flamethrowers The most foul, throw in your towel P-double, I'll blow a hole in your coupe bubble Raised like a soldier, camouflage post-up You shook when we slam or throw our guns in the air Stop the party like Trafalgar Square It's homicide music, when P put his words to it Street journalist, block war inquisitor Writer, for New York, novelist at gun talk Chronicles of a young blood taught To walk with his head up high Eyes wide, wise guy, made man with Mob ties Bolt-lock 9s, put one in a hole with no clip Pocket full of bullets wilding, 16 handling shit Through the dip, slip quick I heard sirens coming from afar and slid From the circumference, left a red splash then I dashed Back in my lab, heart pounding from running fast Put my half-assed gun back down in the stash Twin got a four-pound for sale I need that 'Cause this no-clip shit could lead to my ass Refuse to fall on my ass from any men's wrath, dollar's math And thunn call me back real fast, yo I ain't got no cash but I gotta smash This no-frilled nigga came past, riding on pegs Broke, nearly put one in his ribs I barely got away with my head Let me hold a fever on his strength Probably catch him on the bench Thunn said: “Use your head; this is it" Back outside, put my hoodie strings down tight Scene of the Crime, do or die Seen Bobby, he cop me some coconut wine Look across the street, I seen a dude walk by He reaching, the chrome of his gun caught my eye Push Bobby to the ground, move to the side He pulled out, I pulled out at the same time It felt like the end of Colors when we stopped and stared I threw a pop first, the shot burst, we both was scared He let his fear overpower his mind to think clear That type of shit end your career, now lookie here Squinted my lids, aimed for his face and missed But I placed a few good in his back and wrist He ran damned near crawling, I hit the house without stalling Sweat pouring, trying to catch my breath falling Check my body, to see if I caught one, or more some Bum niggas wanna front for what? They lost one Felt down the side of my forearm was wet Aww shit, take the pain and bleed Emergency'll call the D's Grab the Codeine and swallow half the bottle Get treatment out in Long Island, tomorrow Dedicated to K.B. and Yambo, the Scarface Twin To all my niggas that won’t think twice to sacrifice your precious life Word up! My nighttime niggas, during the sun’s hour, keep your head up Nigga, what? Word up! My true-to-life thunns Yeah…