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Dog shit, I shit you not

You bring that larceny, danger or harm around me

Dog shit, listen to me good

We the grand goons, you just a lickle nickel dime hood

[Verse 1 - Havoc]

I’m the epitome slimeball, fuck up out my eyesight

fuck is on your brain dog shit, I’m not the clown type

Die ‘fore I let a nigga play me, like I’m baby shit

Dog shit, you def dumb or blind, I’m the craziest

Most Infamous outta NY, jealous of my shine, the truth is in your eyes

You wanna be down, I might allow you to work for me

The keywords: “work for me”, I put your ass in surgery

Ever step outta line, forget who boat you ride

Forget who train you ride

Forget who flag you fly

Read the name on it, Mobb deep

P and Hav’ run this, employees get fire with some gun fire if it call for it

A thousand niggas couldn’t stop me once I get to going

You can have a nation of millions, still wouldn’t hold me back

Still wouldn’t be leathal as Bun B the Mac

Matter fact…


Dog shit, I shit you not

You bring that larceny, danger or harm around me

Dog shit, listen to me good

We the grand goons, you just a lickle nickel dime hood

[Verse 2 - Prodigy]

Once we get it goings team running over them

Drunk off the drama, aint no way you can sober them

fuck outta here, you outta so left

Slugs leave a nigga open like a coke sniff

You nah music, got these niggas into dope fiends

No intervention could get them off the OD

Grand goon, all my fans, you seen loyal

Dedicated in the cut, wait weeks for you

And when they finally discover you

They gon need a dental record, you’ve been dead a month or two

Post mortem, shirvelled up, how dare us

We penalise traitors and only hail trust

Inhale piff and guzzle white liquor

I dont know you, you don’t know me, you’s a lie, nigga

I can see the tears in ya eye, you aint see nothing till you seen a grown man cry


[Verse 3 - Nas]

Yo, every gang, every hood’s in my veins

It’s my thing, it’s real, I’m in tune

I chill like the cold side of the moon

Silence you dudes like an empty room

Empty out with silencers

You get murdered like how it was in a saloon

Anastasia that is

Haters can’t live, talkin about they putting 8 in my wig

I got my dollars up, try ya luck, you die, no trial for us

Court appointed lawyers as foul as fuck and I’m too fly

Cause when you’re locked in prison, you’re clock stop ticking

Now, you came home, the same age you went in

Mentality wise, get iller when boxed in

Fresh home, and right up top, you get it poppin

Freedom is a vitue, niggas hanging way past they parole curfew

Blowing on that purple, know my street ties, beef wise

I let three fly over ya head, Welcome home P

Let gets get this bread, Dog shit


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