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    [Intro: Prodigy]
    Ha-ha, uh man, y'all runnin' out of steam already?
    That's all y'all got man?, c'mon man
    We got the illest combination of this right here man
    That's all you got man? C'mon man
    You gotta be kiddin' me man

    [Verse 1: Prodigy]
    It is all so simple just add it all up
    My mail box is on fire, 'cause my checks don't stop
    Pockets full of chunky black, can't fuck with these crop
    That these niggaz be smokin', straight out the yard
    Might catch me in a burgundy chair, my shirt blockin'
    Fresh with my bandanna and Timbs, we outta there
    Pushin' to the limit like Montana did
    Army bags full of money, bullet proof this
    And that too, put some in the roof
    Niggaz be shootin' from windows, we untouchable
    Yea we is rich thugs, that shoot up clubs
    Make albums that click more than little drugs
    Infamous, 'cause, or if you a blood
    You goin' need that bandanna for your head, you go at us
    No shit our songs bump, and girls show us love
    'Cause they know who big, y'all got love then

    [Chorus: Prodigy & (Havoc)]
    I gotta have the big chain, or the watch yo
    (That's how "Gangstas Roll")
    I need me a big phatty, straight video hoe
    (That's how "Gangstas Roll")
    Back sit at the black truck, with the black rims yo
    (That's how "Gangstas Roll")
    In the club with my gat, what?, we got this shit sold
    (That's how "Gangstas Roll")

    [Verse 2: Havoc]
    Yo you ain't clappin' nuttin', splashin' nuttin', lettin' nuttin' die
    Real niggaz never advertise, what the fuck is on they mind?
    The real never stop until they get at, bringin' shit to where yo live it
    Tell whoever the other drama with, on the floor dyin'
    Out of there before the siren, bounce, dismantle your iron
    Lost count how many times, I had these bitch niggaz flyin'
    Give a fuck, shoot his ass, for the littlest thing
    The principal, minuscule, my gun is still ring
    You ain't flippin' nuttin', makin' cheddar, y'all niggaz broke
    Broke guns, broke dunns, y'all got jokes
    Yea I'ma hammer like a fiend, when he need it, let it smoke
    When you bitches act up, it relax even more
    Pretty sure niggaz know they don't ? don't put 'em all
    When they finally figure it out, his slow ass gone
    Yea you runnin' with 'em, dime with 'em, try to switch teams
    And get your motha'fuckin' head blown off clean

    [Chorus: Prodigy & (Havoc)]

    [Interlude x2: Prodigy]
    Yea, Infamous nigga, we all up in these set
    The girls comin' with us, your money is a bet
    We gon' take all y'all money and smoke with the clique
    Ga'head and think funny, and we shootin' for you head

    [Chorus: Prodigy & (Havoc)]

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