turn them heaadphones up
  yeah
  to my man Nigga-No, yo
  Killa Bee
  no doubt
    [Prodigy]
  I kick that progress
  and to that dumb nigga god bless
  I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullshit
  now you rock the best, scared to death while you walkin
  fuckin up the talkin, we straight up, New Yorkin
  we blowin niggas
  heart attack stroking niggas
  provoking niggas, shittin all over niggas
  you rollin thick, but sure the Mobb rollin thicker
  get that liquor, turn your back ice pick ya
  but fuck that
  stickin with the gat is quicker
  scared to come around my corner, you ass nigga
  do a jaw way all day fake shit
  what you gonna do outta town, play bit(ch)
  and run like a faggot switch take the whole shit
  and show the world don't sweat it baby girl
  I gotta hem
  and pull the gat like a stem
  you all fucked up like a off beat blend
  I send message that you couldn't read clear
  try to play the front but you got stuck in the rear
  take it as a letter but I'm not sincere
    yo
  this ain't rap, it's bloodsport
  your life cut short, you fell short
  pressure's on high, full court
  my team form killer instincts and fire arms
  dangerous stuff mine's brainstorm wars
  a life of a wild rebel, who run wild
  clik (blaow-blaow) nigga lay down (blaow) fool stay down
  appear, disappear, a hydro cloud
  while you running at the mouth a hundred miles, I'm out
  Mobb Deep style from the depths of Hempstead
  get ninja'd
  I creep quiet, keep the live nigga inchin'
  listen, who are you to throw your fist in?
  hit like a bitch, run like a faggot an take the whole shit
  that's it
  I had to pass here with shit
  It's time for showtime, let's see how deep things get
  you want to talk tough and get all delinquent
  you find yourself all bloodied up and shameded
  me and my man pioneered this violent nigga rap shit
  bust a gat, give me no fear of that, I'm laughin
  what's up there? let's take you there and touch something
  I'm a maniac, brainiac, fanatic at that
  capable of combat, P counterattack
  in some hot wheels, sendin shots out the back
  it was a foul way to go, Kicko
  you know the ropes so...
  bloodsport motherfucker
    ay yo the rockweiler
  chew in chew out ass niggas, pull em on your collar
  and let the lights dimmin
  and you'll be swimmin in a puddle of reality, juice
  fatality too
  this rap is the bitch, you shouldn't marry the two
  to the set of prenumtual
  got paid in too comfortable
  it's all good, we don't want to humble
  and while you shinin in the spotlight
  I got this dot right
  the aimed right a stoplight
  the trife life, ain't no part two's
  when it's over it's over you hit
  now send your soldierly stool
    <repeat last stanza>
    nigga, bloodsport