Album released in 1996. Available in Stores and Online. (Lyrics Below). Turn them heaadphones up. To my man Nigga-No, yo. Killa Bee. No doubt. [Prodigy]. I kick that progress. And to that dumb nigga god bless. I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullshit. Now you rock the best, scared to death while you walkin. Fuckin up the talkin, we straight up, New Yorkin. We blowin niggas. Heart attack stroking niggas. Provoking niggas, shittin all over niggas. You rollin thick, but sure the Mobb rollin thicker. Get that liquor, turn your back ice pick ya. But fuck that. Stickin with the gat is quicker. Scared to come around my corner, you ass nigga. Do a jaw way all day fake shit. What you gonna do outta town, play bit(ch). And run like a faggot switch take the whole shit. And show the world don't sweat it baby girl. I gotta hem. And pull the gat like a stem. You all fucked up like a off beat blend. I send message that you couldn't read clear. Try to play the front but you got stuck in the rear. Take it as a letter but I'm not sincere. This ain't rap, it's bloodsport. Your life cut short, you fell short. Pressure's on high, full court. My team form killer instincts and fire arms. Dangerous stuff mine's brainstorm wars. A life of a wild rebel, who run wild. Clik (blaow-blaow) nigga lay down (blaow) fool stay down. Appear, disappear, a hydro cloud. While you running at the mouth a hundred miles, I'm out. Mobb Deep style from the depths of Hempstead. Get ninja'd. I creep quiet, keep the live nigga inchin'. Listen, who are you to throw your fist in. |--| Hit like a bitch, run like a faggot an take the whole shit. That's it. I had to pass here with shit. It's time for showtime, let's see how deep things get. You want to talk tough and get all delinquent. You find yourself all bloodied up and shameded. Me and my man pioneered this violent nigga rap shit. Bust a gat, give me no fear of that, I'm laughin. What's up there. let's take you there and touch something. I'm a maniac, brainiac, fanatic at that. Capable of combat, P counterattack. In some hot wheels, sendin shots out the back. It was a foul way to go, Kicko. You know the ropes so. Bloodsport motherfucker. Ay yo the rockweiler. Chew in chew out ass niggas, pull em on your collar. And let the lights dimmin. And you'll be swimmin in a puddle of reality, juice. Fatality too. This rap is the bitch, you shouldn't marry the two. To the set of prenumtual. Got paid in too comfortable. It's all good, we don't want to humble. And while you shinin in the spotlight. I got this dot right. The aimed right a stoplight. The trife life, ain't no part two's. When it's over it's over you hit. Now send your soldierly stool. [repeat last stanza]. Nigga, bloodsport.