Havoc, Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Who You Bullshittin’ lyrics

Yeah let me tell you somethin'
Only niggas that can rap like this
Is H-A-V-O-C and the come back kid wha
Stop you could never sound like this
You not unique like P
Look how I freak this shit
You the greatest of the hard core ones
The best ever i'm utterly grimey
Who does it better? Listen
These other rappers all rapping trickey
Toying with me boy I get silly
Like big bags of dust and cocaine blunts
White e & j and sprite you mix it up
This quality hood shit
Yeah all punk and garbage
And people buying that bullshit
Oh my God it's a helluva drought
Of fine time to rhyme
Pull your hardrives out and
Dig through the archive
Maybe you can find an old dusty hot one
Cuz that new shit you got is not wassup

Who you bullshittin? You ain't top five
Who you tryin' to goose up?
You ain't hot slime you just a cold pussy
You just a coulda, shoulda, woulda ass nigga
You ain't never be alive nigga

I'm as alive as they come
With the eletrical tape
Couldn't stop this fire when the wire break
I annihiliate, violate somethin' phishies
Nutricious, eat food have my
Goons doing dishes? Am I too specific?
I beg to differ
Hand on the bible swear to be a better nigga
Whateva the first one got a nigga hypcriting
First sign of border less spittin?
Who you gettin' ya whole team pussy
A whole bunch of dead kittens heads missing
Ya know it's serious when the feds phishing
They not gonna find nothin'
In the shark tank
Nothin but algae and live bait
Clareece couldn't figure out my mind state
You wanted me death sent on a blind date
The unforgettable look that eyes make
I see it in my dreams and when I awake

Yeah that's how my shit spray
When I'm spittin' these bars get
The fuck out da way
Or you gonna be a target to my 16 slabs
I don't do battles i engage combat
Within the streets not in da street
Put the coins on your eyes before the defeat
Since you first heard of us
You wanted to be just like me
Hands on your neck tatted just like P
Long chain swinging
Dingaling ringing mad bells in the
Salon I got dem singing
My praise is the craze
It's dem Queensbridge dogs
Nobody make music like dis anymore
It's just a bunch of reckless
Raps that makes no sense
A hunnid bodies on your song
Yeah real intelligent
You's a writer of fiction straight novelist
So many keys you woulda thought
You was a locksmith