In broad daylight get right..
  Just been through it all man
  Blood sweat and tears
  Niggaz is dead and shit {*music fades in*}
  What the fuck else can happen yo?
  I don't think much more son, word to mother yo
  We done seen it all, and been through it all yo
  Let y'all niggaz know right now
  Word to mother, for real, for real
  That shit is the truth
  I'm not lyin..
    [Prodigy]
  I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
  I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight rhyme
  P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them
  Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin them
  Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
  Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right
  Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
  You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin
  Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
  Now here come the mack 10
  You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language
  What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin
  You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics
  Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it
  You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower
  Rusty shank holder, we live this shit
    Chorus: Havoc
    Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
  (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
  It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
  (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
    [Prodigy]
  Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label
  My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
  Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke
  A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
  Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin
  Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin
  Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too
  He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)
  I used to bust shots crazy
  I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me [POW!]
  I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
  I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left
  And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
  All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death
  I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right
  wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right
  Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
  Do things for the kids (the little Dunns)
  Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
  CBR's and VCR's
  ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please
  Don't make me have to risk my freedom
  We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
  For real.. (yo)
    Chorus: Havoc
    Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)
  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
  Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
    [Prodigy]
  It go one, two, three to the fourth
  That nigga P-Double got that shit
  for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
  in hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
  To serve hot plates all across the unified states
  Sit down and sup with top rap reps
  We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent
  You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope do
  Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission
  First assignment -- give em that shit they been missin
  My new edition's way bitchin
  Those that listen, get addicted to my diction
  Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased
  generic rap's just not potent like P's
  One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle
  I peel off chest naked on Katanas
  Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred
  Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
  and verses, but thirst for worse beats
  So I can put, more product out on the street
  Get respect and love, all across the board
  We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
  I score everytime for sure
  while the rest of y'all niggaz just nil
  (To the real..)
    Chorus: Havoc
    Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)
  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
  Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
  It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
  (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough
  (the real... hip-hop *echoes*)