H.N.I.C. lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, it gets no better than this
It's the hottest sh*t on the street
It move units like Shania Twain on a Mobb beat
The solar system stand still, the Gods listen
When I speak, the world pay attention
It's Capital P, n*ggas rather hang up
Ya n*ggas know my handle, talkin' like a straight thug
Dunn, I catch you while you shoppin' for kicks – "surprise, b*tch!"
Shoot outs is spontaneous, and, oh –
From now on, call me Columbo
'Cause I come through wrinkled up, think I give a f*ck?
Look at my chain, look at my anklet
But are you listenin' to the words, man? My sh*t bang, kid
n*gga, I run this sh*t, I set the trends, you get the di*k
That's basically it
These rap n*ggas think I'm talkin' bout them, n*gga, please
You ain't in my league, jus' follow my lead

[Hook]
I be the H.N.I.C. – the Head n*gga in Charge
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the Sarge
The M-O-B-B – the status, we large
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The H.N.I.C. – the Head n*gga in Charge
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the Sarge
The M-O-B-B – the status, we large
[Verse 2]
And moreover, me and my dogs enjoy this
We pop bottles, celebrate your death, blow a kiss
At your widow b*tch, wish pain on your kids
p*ss on your casket, kick ya tombstone and sh*t, dog
And I ain't even that foul type a dude
But all's fair in love and war it's what'cha hand called for
Now ya mans wanna ride for your cause
But f*ck it, they could get it too, simple as you
And I'll be goddamned if they put they hands on me
Money brings power and puts guns in parties
Sends n*ggas on Amtrak with those for your body
It pays for thirty plane tickets if we got beef, huh
Hardly, you all know what that is
I grew up in the hoods and the projects wit dope fiends and crack heads
Teenage killers with Mac-10s
Best friends cut each other's throat and twist they own fam backwards
Made it out alive, now I'm on some rap sh*t
Albums sold out, keeps me far from the big house
The hand guns from that bigger house
'Cause ain't nobody cuttin' for me, so I'm forced to hold it down like

[Hook]
The H.N.I.C. – the Head n*gga in Charge
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The M-O-B-B – the status, we large
The H.N.I.C. – the Head n*gga in Charge
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The M-O-B-B – the status, we large
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb...