• Artist: Mobb Deep
• Song Title: I Won't Fall
• Album: Infamy

[Havoc]
Yo, you got these n****s running around like they head cut off
Like they gully when switch when i'm spittin' those dummies
I creep in the cold till my nose get runny
Then i'm laying for a n**** like i'm waiting on money
I ask these hoes what the f**k they want from me
From the gate i keep it real that's why the god love me
I got a shorty if she get down for me, when i'm out of town
You know she holdin' down the crown for me
Dog, god forbid if i die, don't worry kid
Take you with me s**t p***y don't want me
My life's story was the henny, had to stop that
And now i'm focusing clear when i copp that
F**k getting clapped, it be more like applause
Since they tellin' like broads, might as well be the Mobb
The H da A da V da O da C i'm the man
The myth pushing s**t to the white league

[chorus 2x]

You can two face me, backstabb me
A n**** still ain't taking what's mines gon' die trying
(I won't fall)
You can try to set me up and all that
A n**** too much on point for all that
(I won't fall)

[Prodigy]
Don't make me be after you n****s like the Ku Klux Man
Throwin' my hoody, you know i'm burnin' that grass
Plottin' on how im'a murda that a**
We poppin' up, guns choppin up, yo whole staff
What's toppin the cassette, ain't nothin' gettin' passed
Cuz we gettin' fat, on top of that we gettin' cash
I hear you n****s wanna get me may god be with you
Plus you better keep that mothaf**kin' thing right wit you
And if i feel you a threat to my well-being
N****s is bleeding you n****s better back up off the P kid
I blam you, and pass you to jesus christ
You be a ghostdog like forest whitaker white
Be a dumb mothaf**ka thinkin' P not squeezin'
Like palm springs the only thing beefin'
Is that gumball cus i ain't got talk for ya'll
I got big four-pound towners do yo new bounce

[chorus]

[Havoc N Prodigy]
The two-face n****s
The backstabb n****s
I felt that s**t coming
Like that in the bud gunnin'
No tolerance for them n****s
F**k the dumb s**t, i hope you n****s die broke
While we in the plushes
Hotel Suites
Expensive car seats
Windows half-down bumpin' out mobb beatz
With a bad b**** beside me
Raisin' up the volume
Know they hate to see that
And that's why we come thru

[chorus 2x]