(Uh  uh-huh  uh-huh  uh-huh  uh-huh  fo' real)
You are now tuned into the sounds
Handcrafted & designed  by the H A V O C
Havoc beats  (fo' real) A-L-C talkin'
You know my name  you know my pedigree
It ain't a game  who could do this better then me
As far as I'm concerned  niggaz better play that position
Their slugs will be hittin' that target  neva missin'
And - how many times  do I gotta go through that beef
Protectin' my shines  wit nothin' but that big heat
I'm down to Earth  but niggaz wanna to bring it
Up to that next level  swing  don't sing it
But I warn y'all  tear y'all niggaz in new ass off
Compared to Hav'  nigga I'm dope  you lactose
Pass the roach; you laughin' I'ma get that last tot
Gangstas to fly bitches  I rap for those
And - layin' it down  just like it's suppose to be layed
Check mate on a nigga when my moves is made
Don't believe  The proof is in the pudding  my nigga
Straight face when I'm pullin' the trigger  you didn't know
Yo it's the word  you hate P
You hatin' on Hav   the A-L-C
We gettin' doe  we got the V's
That make your hoe come up out them panties
And - we do it big  we (Make The Hits)
Y'all make the check  like it's come up off the checks
You gettin' broke  we gettin' rich
We got the guns that make a mess  uggghh
Aiyo it's time  time for me to shock and amaze
The best out  chest out when I'm rockin' the stage
I'm certified  A-L-C claimin' his clout
And I'ma show you what that name's about
And - the (Quiet Storm) (ssshhh ) blew out the f**kin' lights
Flood the block and overflow personal
Trained pipes  me and H  yea we the same type
Get the checks in the daytime and bang out in the late nights
Plus  I'm on the grind  snatch a quarter 'mil from KOCH
'Cause I shook the spot  it went from the bottom to the top
(Get that) I fake then I'm swingin' the rock
Anyway you cut the cake I get my CREAM off the top
CREAM of the crop  on sideways  leanin' and drop
Top speed 'til the cops give me a reason to stop
Even in the winter season I'm hot
Like Ripley's if you a thug  I don't know if I Believe It Or Not
Yo it's the word  you hate P
You hatin' on Hav   the A-L-C
We gettin' doe  we got the V's
That make your hoe come up out them panties
And we do it big  we (Make The Hits)
Y'all make the check  like it's come up off the checks
You gettin' broke  we gettin' rich
We got the guns that make a mess  uggghh