Prodigy of Mobb Deep — Its Murda

[Intro: Prodigy] Yeah, uh-huh [?] Yeah Show these niggas what time it is, man Ayo [Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo dunny little bitch ass nigga shot up my car Y'all little dirty ma'fuckers know who you are Little snitch ass bastards, bitch ass bastards I still be in your hood comin' through for mad years Out in Brooklyn, I see your punk asses again It'll be murder, I don't care who's looking That's right, catch me right up in [?] Red hook, pink houses, and Queensbridge still Can't nobody run me up out the hood (Nah) I'm like the IKEA store, see me up in your hood Whether I'm there for business, or no business Y'all idiots best mind your business When my shots go off they find they victims Then I scratch names of the shit-list When my shots go off they find they victims (Pow) Then I scratch names of the shit-list (Yeah, uh-huh, yeah) [Chorus: Prodigy, 50 Cent] Straight murder, it be straight murder Shoot me, and I still live, and that's your ass (Fuck you thought, man?) We make homicide look like suicide But that's murder, it be straight murder The bullets you hit me wit'll be your last Straight murder, it be straight murder Yeah (That's right, that's right, that's right) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I can't keep count of how many niggas I cut with my blade Kilo across your face as thick as your braids Nigga, it's hot in the hood, you can't walk with a gauge Come outside with the pump, you'll be stuck in a cage I took the hit, and got up quick, stuck in a rage And my pain just pour through a pen on a page Wrong shit out your mouth, I'll put a hole in your fade Then it's back-and-forth to court, fighting the case I got extra money, my spots is pumping the bass So if you can't rap, it's cool, I hit you with a eighth They call me Hustle Man, fam, 'cause I switch up my hustle Get to sticking niggas up when that coke don't bubble Since a lil' nigga, I ain't been nuttin' but trouble It's easy to fuck up when you feel like nobody love ya I keep telling y'all niggas that I came up hard And I think like a nigga in Sing-Sing on the yard [Chorus: Prodigy] Yeah Straight murder, it be straight murder Shoot me, and I still live, and that's your ass (Fuck you thought, man?) We make homicide look like suicide But that's murder, it be straight murder The bullets you hit me wit'll be your last Straight murder, it be straight murder (That's right, that's right) [Verse 3: Prodigy] When it's on I beat the shit out of dead horses, keep killing 'em You see us in 'em Porsches, we killing 'em Rap music got problems, 'cause I'm starting shit Anybody got problems with P can come get it I'm not scared of you, I'm very available You acting like you're so hard, I'm right here, dude No guards, no bulletproof vest Them shits is too bogey, and they make me sweat Fuck it, if it's time to go it's time to go Plus what's it gonna help when they shooting for your head, yo? Ain't no mission impossible And ain't no man alive got that much strength That he can't get touch, huh, you that sick, ain't you? And that quick, you turn into a thug angel Huh, you that sick, ain't you? And that quick, you turn into a thug angel [Chorus: Prodigy] Straight murder, it be straight murder Shoot me, and I still live, and that's your ass (Fuck you thought, man?) We make homicide look like suicide But that's murder, it be straight murder (You heard, right?) The bullets you hit me wit'll be your last Straight murder, it be straight murder (That's right, that's right) [Chorus: Prodigy] Yeah Straight murder, it be straight murder Shoot me, and I still live, and that's your ass (Fuck you thought, man?) We make homicide look like suicide But that's murder, it be straight murder (You heard, right?) The bullets you hit me wit'll be your last Straight murder, it be straight murder (That's right, that's right)