Prodigy of Mobb Deep — Who You Bullshittin

[Prodigy] Yeah Let me tell you somethin' Only niggas that can rap like this Is H-A-V-O-C and the come back kid Wha Stop you could never sound like this You not unique like P Look how I freak this shit You the greatest of the hard core ones The best ever I'm utterly grimey Who does it better? Listen These other rappers all rapping trickey Toying with me boy I get silly Like big bags of dust and cocaine blunts White e & j and sprite you mix it up This quality hood shit Yeah all punk and garbage And people buying that bullshit Oh my God it's a helluva drought Of fine time to rhyme Pull your hardrives out and dig through the archive Maybe you can find an old dusty hot one Cuz that new shit you got is not wassup [Chrous] Who you bullshittin? You ain't top five Who you tryin' to goose up? You ain't hot slime You just a cold pussy You just a coulda, shoulda, woulda ass nigga You ain't never be alive nigga [Chorus X2] [Havoc] I'm as alive as they come with the eletrical tape Couldn't stop this fire when the wire break I annihiliate, violate somethin' phishies Nutricious, eat food have my goons doing dishes ? Am I too specific? I beg to differ Hand on the bible swear to be a better nigga Whateva The first one got a nigga hypcriting First sign of border less spittin ? Who you gettin' Ya whole team pussy A whole bunch of dead kittens Heads missing Ya know it's serious when the feds phishing They not gonna find nothin' in the shark tank Nothin but algae and live bait Clareece couldn't figure out my mind state You wanted me death sent on a blind date The unforgettable look that eyes make I see it in my dreams and when I awake [Chrous X2] [Prodigy] Yeah that's how my shit spray When I'm spittin' these bars get the fuck out da way Or you gonna be a target to my 16 slabs I don't do battles I engage combat Within the streets not in da street Put the coins on your eyes Before the defeat Since you first heard of us You wanted to be just like me Hands on your neck tatted just like P Long chain swinging Dingaling ringing mad bells in the salon I got dem singing My praise is the craze It's dem Queensbridge dogs Nobody make music like dis anymore It's just a bunch of reckless raps that makes no sense A hunnid bodies on your song Yeah real intelligent You's a writer of fiction Straight novelist So many keys you woulda thought you was a locksmith [Chorus X2]