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

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

[Tragedy
It go one for my niggas, two for the bass
for that weight regulated out of state
Four for the blowin' getting shit straight
For them ass niggas that hate
And I can right now that you really not knowing
When the guns start blowing and your 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 Cadets two-five 'til the
Inadvertently I know wanna murder me
But can't analyze G, The Mahdi
Flow so precise, thug paradise, karot ice
Christ living the life
Niggas see the light when they start pints
You can die by the gun or the

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

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

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

Khadafi]
Yo I with, heavy metal shit for my thugs in Connecticut
nigga how you feel?
Flow so sick, niggas can blow dick
Better analyze what before you trick
In the mix of Queens niggas tryin to get rich
Any in my way can feel the gun spit
Get your Du-Rag split with four-fifth
glide thru your hood in the six
Road call for my niggas who you (Thug Shit)
Road call for my who you wit? (Thug Shit)
Let it bang make it pop 'til your heartbeat
Know the don't stop 'til the casket drops
The God run out of shots they tape the block
Rep to the death for my on lock
And my in the box meet you back on the block
You how the team rocks, 'til we reach the top

Hook]
Eh yo a nigga stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a nigga I rep the dirty rottin', (What's Good?)
shit tryin' to get these chips
And the nigga tryin 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, cause I live it
You appreciate the God an up north visit

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