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* also appears on Mobb Deep's "Free Agents - The Murda (Bonus Disc)"

[Tragedy Khadafi
Yeah...Get it poppin'...No
Thug shit... for ear
Yeah...Two-Five

Khadafi]
It go one for my niggas, two for the bass
Three for that regulated out of state
for the guns blowin' getting shit straight
For them ass niggas that hate
And I can right now that you really not knowing
When the start blowing and your blood stop flowing
You can take it to the heart bitch nigga your part
All you saw was the now you laying in the dark
the hood that I rep every nigga in my set
Generals to two-five 'til the death
Inadvertently I know wanna murder me
But can't even analyze G, The
Flow so precise, thug paradise, five ice
Black Christ living the
Niggas see the light when they start losing
You can die by the gun or the

- Hook]
hey yo
Eh yo a ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a plottin' I rep the dirty rottin', (What's Good?)
Ain't shit to get these chips
And the first nigga to stop me gettin hit
And you a nigga poppin that shit when it's poppin'
Had a world watching and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
Okay with it, talk cause I it
You appreciate the God like an up north

Thun I analyze these niggas, cause simple like bitches
And to damn feminine to fuck with this
Stop the rhetoric, you the led will get hot
You know this metal shit ain't to fuck with
Know I that steel with a workman's will
Staring so hard don't make me hurt that
Apologize dog you ain't that real
man got bagged did time you squeeled
Glass slipper ass niggas get killed
You ain't a grown man 'til you pay bills
Keep it gully been pimpin' before I had 4
The pipe game cool, but my game ill
Wanna with a nigga cause I know my shit
You owe bank, I own my shit
Out the gate don't ask, can't floss my
It ain't who you know, it's who you with

[Havoc
Eh yo a nigga ain't know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a plottin' I rep the dirty rottin', (What's Good?)
Ain't shit to get these chips
And the first tryin to stop me gettin hit
And you know a nigga poppin shit when it's poppin'
Had a world watching and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
Okay it, talk cause I live it
You appreciate the God like an up north

[Tragedy
Yo I settle with, metal shit for my thugs in Connecticut
nigga how you feel?
Flow so sick, them can blow dick
Better analyze what lies you trick
In the mix of some niggas tryin to get rich
Any in my way can feel the gun spit
Get your Du-Rag with long four-fifth
Hand glide thru hood in the six
Road call for my niggas who you (Thug Shit)
Road for my niggas who you wit? (Thug Shit)
Let it bang make it pop 'til your heartbeat
Know the game stop 'til the casket drops
The God run out of shots then they the block
Rep to the death for my on lock
And my dogs in the box you back on the block
You how the team rocks, 'til we reach the top

[Havoc
Eh yo a nigga ain't know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a nigga I rep the dirty rottin', (What's Good?)
Ain't tryin' to get these chips
And the first nigga to stop me gettin hit
And you know a nigga poppin shit when it's poppin'
Had a whole world watching and the whole game in (I'm Good)
Okay with it, cause I live it
You appreciate the God an up north visit

Eh yo a ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a nigga plottin' I rep the dirty
Ain't shit tryin' to get chips
And the first tryin to stop me gettin hit
And you know a nigga poppin that when it's poppin'
Had a whole world and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
Okay with it, talk I live it
You appreciate the God like an up north