Annotate [Verse 1: Havoc]. Got these cowards out plotting on me, red dotting for me. Blast 'em with the clapper, know I keep the ratchet on me. All that beefing shit is corny, nigga, faker than the Twitter beef.
They got me locked in Spofford, the lil juvenile criminal. Two kids approach to put blades to my throat. They like my coat and ask me what I'm gonna do for that.
M, O, double B. I don't know why they wanna trouble me. Is it because they bitch be suckin me. Or just mad cause they shitted wit the family. We be bubbling, up in the Navigator huddlin.
from Orlando to Queensboro. the Infamous Mobb. get on your job kid. word up. check it out son. . Superman emblem. met with the Mobb in Metropolis. we call assembely, at round table mappin' out the.