Squad Up

Huh? What do you want? I'm gonna kill you You bastard! Uh It's the juk-juks Ah All you see is crook-crooks Shout out to Havoc, good lookin' on the beat Forever P! Streetlife, what's good? 'Bout to go in, son Look, red bones and red bottoms Like Red Bull we gon' give 'em wings, we red dot 'em Candy wrappers? Send 'em in, we red hot 'em Head shot 'em Go against my grain, get head problem Big dummy, garbage rappers, we Red Fox 'em Shoot an actor in high def then RedBox 'em Tip the scales in my favor, stay in your top ten If life's like a triple beam, I'm weighing my options Y'all like, "Why Mef? You high Mef?" Keep a Big Poppa 'cause I ain't Ready to Die yet I digress, so I'm just too intense to digest Stretched in a Pyrex, compliments to my chef Game ain't been the same since I left Is they really crooks or just a pain in my neck? Wu-Tang, ain't no lames in my set Fresh pair of Nike Airs, I just do it for my check I be the first to tell these rappers, "Get your bars up!" Shout to P, you know it's Havoc when we Mobb up (What?) I tell that smut, "Date over, pull your drawers up" Cigar guts all up in the club puttin' squad up (Up-up) Throw your squad up (Up-up) Throw your squad up (Up-up) Throw your squad up (Up-up) Cigar guts all up in the club puttin' squad up I swoop in shootin' like I'm paratroopin' We all in, we ridin', we car poolin' My whole crew, we divin', we blood tunin' Salute me or shoot me, Huey P. Newton Your buffoonery is quite amusin' This is not monkey business, stop coonin' It's a method to my madness, I know what I'm doin' There's a reason why I'm winnin' and you steady losin' I'm about to blow like I'm balloonin' Then show my whole ass when the black moon in Got your girl in the green room teaspoonin' Hit my man with the give-and-go, alley-oop 'em Spit Def Jam when I'm Krush Groovin' I'm appealin' with success and just keep it movin' I'm heavy hittin' and you barely bruisin' Come through Mobb Deep like a Wu reunion I be the first to tell these rappers, "Get your bars up!" Shout to P, you know it's Havoc when we Mobb up (What?) I tell that smut, "Date over, pull your drawers up" Cigar guts all up in the club puttin' squad up (Up-up) Throw your squad up (Up-up) Throw your squad up (Up-up) Throw your squad up (Up-up) Cigar guts all up in the club puttin' squad up Black Tims and black mask Basuda, niggas know they rap trash My suitors get all up in that ass I maneuver, finish shit, no half-ass Little niggas, we birthed y'all, for real though Protect Ya Neck, get stomped out with steel toes My real bros respect the code, it's real, yo Y'all new niggas lookin' like some weirdos But y'all niggas is co-signin' Shook the whole island, these little hoes be lyin' That bullshit, don't buy it, no point, so don't try it While I like doin' riots on Ryker's Isle, you hidin' From the realness, it's real, kid Hav 'n' Meth in the buildin' Forever P to infinity Whoever don't like it, cut that nigga, let the fucker bleed I be the first to tell these rappers, "Get your bars up!" Shout to P, you know it's Havoc when we Mobb up (What?) I tell that smut, "Date over, pull your drawers up" Cigar guts all up in the club puttin' squad up (Up-up) Throw your squad up (Up-up) Throw your squad up (Up-up) Throw your squad up (Up-up) Cigar guts all up in the club puttin' squad up