Don’t Call Tasha lyrics

[Havoc]
Won't stop 'til the casket drop
The sh*t don't pop, better believe I have that work on the block
With my left on the hammer, the other on a knot
n*ggas wanna scheme and plot, sh*t - this all I got
Pull his ass out the drop - n*gga we ain't playin witchu hoes
Let the heat blow, n*gga just eat those
And I don't give a f*ck, n*gga go get your peoples
n*gga, I ring your girl bell and blast through the peephole
Here's how I put that ass in a sleep hold
Twenty-four/seven in creep mode, n*gga you ain't safe
f*ck your girl in the face while your lame ass tuggin her
Now she sex like a porno chick, way I was pluggin her
Seven to the max, know I broke the governor
b*tch got a fetish for me? You still in love with her
Dawg I had that all, so I only want some of her
When she finish pity(?) talkin motherf*ck her, I'm done with her
b*tch

"Call Tasha again, and I'mma kill you myself - you hear me dawg?
I don't play, I ain't with really with this phone sh*t;
Just the only way I could get at you - don't call Tasha back"

[Prodigy] That's how we do that sh*t, it's like this

"You heard me? Don't call her back... don't don't don't do it"
[Prodigy]
Aiyyo, yo ("Huh? Straight up")
This sh*t in pocket baby
We stitchin this sh*t up, you just follow us
We hold the streets up - you couldn't beat us with hammers
We got retarded strength
.. and we ain't runnin for nothin
'cept for the escape after we push them gun buttons
(Pa-pow!) Now you gettin out the way
Shots poppin out the Ace leave people's sh*t swollen
It's my style to flip
n*ggas is bogus, we come through and shut down the set
Yo Hav' - it's our time my n*gga
Our music grab these n*ggas and show 'em how it's did
Multi-million dollar mobsters
300,000 dollar cars and hit the streets if you want to
(Ay n*gga) And still keep it thug too
You couldn't pull us out the streets, we got deep roots {*echoes*}