Edited by Holmes Dew

　　Email:holmesdew@live.hk

　　[Prodigy]

　　Yo, the saga begins, beget war

　　I draw first blood be the first to set it off

　　My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws

　　We takin what's yours we do jerks rush the doors

　　Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss

　　In full force, my team'll go at your main source

　　We're not tourists, hit bosses and take hostage

　　Your whole setup, from the ground up we lock shit

　　Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics

　　Switch to killer instincts for niggaz pop shit

　　Yo nigga Noyd what's the topic? Nine pound we rocked in

　　Ninety-six strike back with more hot shit

　　Illuminate my team'll glow like, radiation

　　With no time for patient, or complication

　　Let's get it done right, my click airtight

　　Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripes

　　Or lose life, jail niggaz sendin kites to the street

　　Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish em off

　　Well done meat, that said twenty-two slug to your head

　　Travel all the way down to your leg

　　Aiyyo it's hell on earth, whose next or gonna be first

　　The projects is front lines, and the enemy is one time

　　I ain't gotta tell you

　　It's right in front of your eyes

　　[repeat 2X]

　　[Havoc]

　　We wreck the QBC, nigga rep yours it's all love

　　Milli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug

　　Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound

　　And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now

　　Articulate, hittin body parts to start shiftin shit

　　Never hesitant, it's the crack game unlimited

　　Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite

　　Then reminesce, twenty years later

　　Either with me go against the grain you better hit me

　　Leggin me or robbin me niggaz better body me

　　Cause it's a small world and niggaz, talkin like bitches

　　Bitches singin like snitches, pointin you out in pictures

　　Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hatin me

　　All that bullshit, is just makin me

　　More the better, then concentrate on gettin chedda

　　If shorty set you up you better dead her, I told you

　　Shape and mold you, Sun you, then I hold you

　　Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you

　　It'll be I, like I'm supposed to, the click is coastal

　　International to local, Bacardi mix physically fix

　　Hit you with shit, that'll leave a loose nigga stiff

　　Probably thick, Son I solved em

　　Pulled him in my world then evolved him to chaos

　　Walk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstop

　　QBCity GodFather Part III, Gotti Gambino

　　And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace

　　[Chorus]

　　[Prodigy]

　　Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips

　　You seein clips when the mac spit your top got split

　　Layin dead with open eyes close his eyelids

　　Turn off his lights switch to darkness, cause deep in the abyss

　　Is street life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife

　　Youse the wild child, kid cold turnin men into mice

　　I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet

　　The Phantom of Crime Rap, niggaz is left stranded

　　Shut down your operation, closed for business

　　Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness

　　POW niggaz is found MIA

　　We move like the special forces, green beret

　　Heavily around my throat, I don't play

　　Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way

　　The God P walk with a limp see, but simply

　　To simplify shit, no man can go against me

　　Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me

　　I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty

　　The reason why it full for so long, cause I don't waste shit

　　You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it

　　Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin

　　I hear thugs, claimin that they gonna rob the Mobb

　　When they see us, I tell you what black, here's the issue

　　It's a package deal, you rob me, you take these missiles

　　Along with that, I ain't your average cat

　　Fuck rap, I'm tryin to make CREAM and that's that

　　Whatever it takes however it gots to go down

　　Four mikes on stage a motherfuckin four pound

　　Speakers leakin out sound and niggaz leakin on the ground

　　I could truely care less the God will get his

　　Regardless blow for blow let's find out who wear hardest

　　This rap artist used to be a stickup artist

　　Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it

　　A live nigga stay on point never diss

　　Regard shit or forget the essence, from which I emerged

　　P is sick, so save that bullshit for the burbs

　　Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin in herds

　　We flush through your click get purged