Best Havoc Beat Flips (Samples)

I Had To Keep The Infamous All Together That Starts At 17:20. "Ayo, Queens get the money long time no cash. I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast. The fool retaliated so I had to think fast. Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last. Now who the fuck you think is living to this day? I'm tryna tell these young Niggas crime don't pay. They looked at me and said "Queen's Niggas Don't Play." Do your thing, I'll do mine, kid stay outta my way. Havoc Is A Fuckin' G Onna MPC. So It's Only Right I Put His Whole Discography In This Video, There Are Some That I Missed Because Some Samples Are Still Unknown, And I Can Sit & Quote Prodigy Rhymes All Day. IF I Messed Up Somewhere My Bad My Niggas I Can't Spot Em All, I Think It's All Correct Though. I Had To Keep The Infamous All Together That Starts At 17:20. Mobb Deep Was The Shit It Still Is, But It Ain't The Same Without Bandanna P. R.I.P Dun Anybody That Says This Shit, And ACTUALLY MEANS It. Is One Fearless Ass Nigga "Yeah, likewise I'm tired of rap guys that's faggots Your P'll shut eyes and swole up your whole outside I baptize, niggas get wet, hit up your backside Get claptized and set straight, put on your head straight Watch out for these upstate cats Be leary of New Yiddy niggas with gats, with the wall on they back Rikers Island flashbacks of the house you got scufted in You would think that gettin' your head shot's enough but then Now you wanna go at my team Must have been drunk when you wrote that shit Too bad you had to did it to your own self My rebellion, retaliate, I had the whole New York state Aimin' at your face at the gate Bottom line off top soon as you came through Shots flew, don't even know the half of my crew I got a hundred strong-arm niggas ready to rock your shit Clocks tick, your days are numbered in low digits You look suspicious, suspect niggas is bitches Get chopped up, Grade A meat, somethin' delicious And laced back up, two G's worth of stitches To reconstruct your face and learn how to speak again My mob's like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricans With bangers the size of African spears, it's warfare In the arena, we turn arenas into house of horrors It's terrordome when you see my clique You need to run behind shit You got a gat, you better find it And use that shit, think fast and get reminded Of robberies in Manhattan, you know what happened Sixty G's worth of gun clappin' Who shot ya? You probably screamed louder than a opera New York got ya, now you wanna use my mob as a crutch What you think, you can't get bucked again? Once again" AND He Was Talkin' To Pac lol ALL RIGHTS GO TO THEIR RESPECTIVE LABELS Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976 "Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use."