Noyd Interlude

HavocSometimes I wish I had three different faces I'm going to court for three cases in three places One in Queens Manhattan one in Brooklyn The way things is looking I'ma see central bookings Facing 3, 3 to 9 is mad time After reconcurrence for assault 2-9 I gotta maintain 'cause stress on the brain Can lead to a motherfuckin suicide thang And plus my probation, a ill violation How the fuck did I get in this tight situation? I'm going all out you know moves I never fake And fuck the jake, they can catch me at my wake And if I did burn a bag of blade Put the light in the air sometimes I just don't care ProdigySon I got plans, power movements, get on some rude shit I keep livin like this, I might lose it My man is coming home from doing long ass bids What up Kiko? I ain't seen your ass since we was kids It's all strange; my niggas locked down thinkin long range And see their names in the Daily News third page They sent a kite to my nigga Killa It only took one sword to put seven holes in his squealer A 3 to 9 spending most of his time inside the bin Reclined, and still came home with a shine