Class By Myself - Havoc, Nitti

It’s all, ready in motion, you cowards getting laid down

Soundscan looking weak, at a high escape now

Play around, lay around, niggas getting left out

Dudes trying to steal the kid swag like a klepto

Won’t be satisfied until I let the tech blow

Ride through your hood, with no problemo

Creeping on you niggas, don’t get caught sueno

Yeah, you know it’s nothing for me to clap the metal

Mobb etched in stone, we heavy in the ghetto

I’ve been trying to tell 'em, way before the label shelved them

Get your weight up first, and then talk to me

You not caked up, your whole team booty

Ya’ll done say shit, I react with the toolie

I know your history, you can’t fool me

Table for them groupie niggas can’t fool me

I’mma keep on banging, til they set me free

I’mma ride til I die, head to the sky, til he set me free

Still riding on til the Lord give me greens

I’mma ride, homey, til the Lord give me greens

I’mma ride, homey, til the Lord give me greens

I’mma ride, homey, til the Lord give me greens

Two guns up, label me a fucking king

Amen, ain’t nothing popping off over there, but your mouth

P the newest shit cracking like them niggas down south

H keep making these beats for me to kill

Our studios like a morgue, cuz songs get bodied

I shoot up your bass, stab up your drums

P keep writing that shit that you could feel

And reach out and touch, cuz this shit real

I pity the fool that ain’t hit the Mobb Deep

You niggas is food, we vultures, we gon' eat

We show you how to move in a room full of lions

Infamous, can’t nobody stop our glory

Whoever said they could, they was telling stories

This is not a fable, these our the facts

Prodigy and Havoc leave you bleeding on your back

When Prodigy and Havoc come to catch a little wreck

I break ya little neck and take ya little shine

You dumber then a mule, you fucking with some dons

Hav is a don from way beyond

P is a don P, like the Don Perigion

Catch a nigga slipping, pop bottles when they gone

I see me in a casket, niggas touching my corpse

Going down in history, as the king of New York

And BK the Unit, we the new Supreme Team

Dream team machines with a beam blow ya spleen

Out ya Maskeen jeans, you green fiend

Uh, nothing but cash, is what I’m hearing

Getting money now, so I dump the cannon out the Phantom

Fuck the fan, I keep the strap both sides of my hip

When I’m squeezing, the only time I ghost ride the whip

Dump dump reload, the wrong fire strength

Uh, eyes bloodshot, ride let the sub plot

Die from a blood clot, try to make this thug stop

My enemies scared and they panicking

Remember me?

Leave this nigga stiff like a mannequin, homey

It’s over, nigga back on the stretcher

AK’s and max with the all black oppressor

When a nigga die, bury me with a beretta

So when I get to hell, man, I got a vendetta

And that’s how it’s going down, it’s thug life forever