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Kejuan Muchita (born May 21, 1974), better known by his stage name Havoc, is an American rapper, record producer and one half of the hip-hop duo Mobb Deep with Prodigy. more »

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This that shit you know
You gotta love us
If not then you should fuckin' hate us
We that reflection

Who the f*ck invited you over?
Comin' from a city, one shot, no do overs (New York)
Heard it was a war and you left 'til it blew over (you left)
I am not the head that the flu over
Hi, look at you, look at me, look at us
You the type to book a nigga
I'm the type that's cookin' up (I'm that type)
I'm a plug, he's a plug, she's a plug, need a plug (we all plugs)
Well come and find us, nigga, yeah look us up
It's really no callin' Ghost (nope)
Troopers on the highway, f*ck that, call a audible (f*ck that)
I was movin' work before they made phones portable
Probably want you dead if you rat, when I thought of you (fuckin' rat)
I'm in the cut and I'm smokin' herb
I say it 'round here then that's spoken word
Yeah, this shit is like poetry (you know it)
Can't hold on but you can't let go of me

Yeah
'Cause this the shit that niggas fiend for
I got 'em wildin', nigga 
And he think he here, nigga, breath on
This the shit that niggas fiend for
It's 'bout the principles, my nigga 
This the shit that niggas bleed for
The shit that niggas fiend for
Money and the power, respect is what we bleed for
This the shit that niggas bleed for
Life is up and down, up and down like the seesaw

Word to Hav', was a have not (word to Hav')
Found a way to have
As you see I have mad spots
Chillin' in the crib layin' low, call me padlock
Use your third eye or you pumpkin pie (use your third eye)
Meanin' that you sweet
Know the ride 'fore you jump inside
Tryna get this cake
We ain't talkin' bout Duncan Hines
Yeah, I'm playin' bass, eat food so I hunt for mines (I eat your food)
Wanna kill the Ghost? F*ck you, better jump in line

And wait your turn, we ain't worried 'bout the little shit
Fill the clips, niggas already know how the hood'll get
The jealousy'll linger
Snitches wanna point the finger
Handle that before you know it, nigga, it's the grim reaper
Breathin' down your neck
With the dragon fire
My niggas hunger for the most, this the appetizer
I'm on you clowns like a magnifier
And you layin' in the box the only thing that can satisfy us
Around your neck I'll probably wrap a wire
Drop a body in the woods
Lookin' like you got hit by a tractor tire
My peoples be the ones ya'll worry 'bout
When we in the buildin'
Niggas try to hurry up and scurry out
Meet you at the door with the .44
Your man didn't like me now he gon' die for the wrong cause
Heard a shot and a long pause
By the time the paramedics came through he was long gone

'Cause this the shit that niggas fiend for
I got 'em wildin', nigga 
And he think he here, nigga, breath on
This the shit that niggas fiend for
It's 'bout the principles, my nigga 
This the shit that niggas bleed for
The shit that niggas fiend for
Money and the power, respect is what we bleed for
This the shit that niggas bleed for
Life is up and down, up and down like the seesaw

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