Favorite Rap Stars Lyrics - 13 - Havoc

My niggas flippin' it all day 

Either on the corners or up in the hallways 

Coke from Cuba, but they got it on Broadway 

Pitchers on the front stoop, shooters in the doorway 

...you a marble in the jacuzzi 

The elevator ride to the top'll make you woozy 

Either shootin' the Uzi or the MK 

Starter in the game, you just get in when the bench play 

At your door with the four, "bonjour" like the French say 

Nigga you just plain, cut you up like a sensei 

Take you down like the statue at Penn State 

Get you off your feet like an Olajuwon head fake 

Come, come, comin' with Havoc to bring the havoc 

Lightin' the chronic, Techtronics and automatics 

Beware of the short niggas 

Yeah I'm cool, but I'll motherfuckin' torch niggas 

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All along... 

Been them niggas that been reppin' in your favorite rap songs 

Hold it for the hood, it's money over broads 

And we hustle in the cold 'til the whole pack gone 

All along... 

Been them niggas that been reppin' in your favorite rap songs 

Hold it for the hood, it's money over broads 

And we hustle in the cold 'til the whole pack gone 

I'm one in a million, diamond in the rough 

Supplying that stuff that got every whip that I drive 

Tough lion took steroids, olympian status 

Gold medalling them niggas, ain't nothin' 'bout me average 

Cannons bigger than me, we go deaf when we shoot 'em 

And niggas on the floor with they cerebellum oozin' 

Ice picks in pencil pockets and nines on they waistbands 

Money over bitches, we smother then we ditch 'em 

I'll have 'em bag 'em up, butt-ass in the kitchen 

I'mma leave bitches foamin' at the mouth 

Fuck what you heard, it wasn't drought, they lied 

Over here it's all the way gully 

In the morning, answer to God's calling 

Snoring, I can't afford to sleep, the cousin of death 

The city never sleeps, so why the fuck would I rest? 

It's all about the motherfuckin' 'jects, Lex Diamond's up next 

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Pull up, clap and distract you 

Six cars away, yo, your brother in the back of the Ac' 

I move pistols, hold 'em like infants 

Jump out, rims, tints, guns is French, I can dent this 

Out in Moscow Seagal style, look at the pair 

Don't stare when the chain is a watchtower 

We when we comin', ain't a Glock pulled 

Rock the pyjama look 

So now drama look like an eye-full 

Coats Columbian with money in it 

Ruthless Gotti, leather gloves on, the Wallies is blue body 

Movin' through the dice game kickin' 

Should have mittens on 

Plottin' to dig in your pockets, we break niggas 

Jumpin' in the A8's with swish men 

Watches is Swiss, Chase Bank niggas 

Drop you and then sprint 

Don't ever dare walk in front of me 

Cold as I wanna be 

An old nigga who pump where the money be