Prodigy of Mobb Deep Album

(Sample)
"They are a secret network of international pirates
who identify with no nation, no national flag
and no established religion.
Their flag is the skull and cross bones
and their God, G.O.D. spells Gold, Oil, and Drugs."

(Prodigy talking)
One, two, aiight
Yeah, that's right, uh-huh
Uh, uh

[Prodigy]
Live from the belly, they got me behind the fence
I run shit from the inside of the fucking President
Of the Infamous Gang - get whiff from my stank
I got that iky-iky cotton picky shit that have you dazed
I'm a quadruple O.G., a O so call me
The reincarnation of the Pharaoh with an ole E
The barrel full of hot lead; shoot a pot head
Talking that shit about Hip-Hop dead
Nah it's alive behind the gate; permanent smiley face
Any nigga stunting on the God; nah you outta place
I beat a lot of cases had to take an L
I see you in a hot sec', yep hold it down

(Chorus)
Money's worthless, real power is people
Real strength is in the streets where everybody's equal
Fuck jewelry, fuck rims; let's spend on our protection
Get armor, get cameras, get wit' it lil nigga this man's shit
Real power is people
Real strength is in the streets where everybody's equal

[Prodigy]
This is live from behind the wall
Sitting, starring at the wall
I'm fit to pop out this bitch like a newborn
I'm fit to cut out all the smoking and the drinking
The wine and the spirits is evil where you take it baby
So I'm telling the truth, you live it then you see it
You breathe it then you be it
I'll tell you a lil secret
It's secret government that work shit for hours
They practice witchcraft to harness their power
Pedophile rape lil kids for energy
The Satanic rituals; W.T.C. (R.I.P.)
They let the Pentagon on fire
That's lightening the pentagram on fire
All these bodies for what?
So you could scare everybody into one world huh?
All my grime's is on deck
So if you ain't come for war then run

(Chorus)

*Crowd protesting and gunfire*

(Prodigy talking)
Yeah
Hey, hey, hey, hey
It's like this nigga, yeah

[Prodigy]
Aiight before I get started spark up the Laurelton
Light up the night up, now let's get it going
To the mothafucking top, I don't mothafucking stop
Till we find life out there and setup shop
Party rocking, bottles popping at Henny and Mo'
It's like 500 bitches now we're having a bowl
Got a gun, screwdriver, a knife, and a shank
Plus I break face bones with my platinum rings
It's a ghetto love story I'm in love with life
Of the rich and Infamous, Ferrari's and Ice
Lamborghini bikes, they ain't make those yet
I'm still waiting for that 700 Benz
I do it for my niggas in the dead and in the pens
Just when you think this shit's over
That's when this shit begins
This the Bronx, this Harlem, Brooklyn and Queens
That 'New York State of Mind' where you're popping 'em thangs

(Chorus) Prodigy X2
The violence don't stop
The beef don't seize
The money keep coming
The paper increases
The gun fire don't end
The people stay dying
So I'ma keep living the life
You damn right

[Prodigy]
Murda, murda, the murder
Killa, killa, the killer
From Queens goddammit
I'ma menace to the planet
Put your body on that asphalt, fucking asshole
Come to the hood and you ain't got no passport?
He couldn't get his gun out the stash fast enough
So that nigga got his ass blasted up
Keep the Hennessy coming, and we keep lighting up
Nigga I stay sedated, that's right we're not cut
From the same cloth, you're chin-chilla soft
I'm brilla-pack cost, I'll take your skin off
You *edit* --- rub me the wrong way
You're a suit and tie nigga, P hoody all day
Tattoos and jewels - Mister Cartoon
And Gabriel in the district, get all my loot
I'm addicted to looking fresh
I'm super fly, got a bad habits for hammers
I'm in love with .9s

(Chorus) Prodigy X2

(P talking w/ a friend)

*P starts rapping at 1:03

[Prodigy]
Yeah
Don't try that with P, nah give ya'self a break
You're f'ing with the wrong nigga, do ya'self a favor
Back up offa me lil nigga real fast
Or just like that you'll be pushing up grass
You're a plant fool; I'll put your flesh in the dirt
I tried to be polite, but you wanna be a jerk
Tried to prove a point; the only thing that you proved
Is people get killed simply for being rude
You thought you was the man, turned out to be a chump
You thought something sweet, believe Jay[Z] if you want
Ga'head believe Nas or whoever you choose
You come on over here and you gon' see the truth
It's nothing out the ordinary, this is what we do
My team's so strong, I feel sorry for you
These rappers is pissed off, they're not being felt
They get record deals but their albums get shelved
While I'm...

(Chorus) Prodigy X2
Heavy on the dimers and heavy on the smoke
Pockets full of hundreds, doing hundreds in the post
GT Carrera nigga daring nigga front
Fucking with these young veterans you'll get done

[Prodigy]
We're heavy on the dimers and heavy on the smoke
Pockets full of hundreds, doing hundreds in the post
GT Carrera nigga daring nigga front
Fucking with these young veterans you'll get done
I'll react like a Terminator nigga what?
Won't stop coming till I know a nigga done
Rikers all good, it made me a millionaire
Or when it come time to squeeze yogi, we don't care
Now we thirty-thou feet in the air
Getting head from a pretty face who ain't scared
To fuck with these Gs and she's happy that she did
'Cause we turned out to be that shit that she felt
Baby on the real, all these lame niggas now the deal
My dudes give out the wounds that never heal
On the real, all these lame niggas now the deal
My dudes give out the wounds that never heal

(Chorus) Prodigy X2

[Prodigy]
Don't be mad at me, be made at ya'self
For being so garbage you need to be killed
For putting out bullshit like you saw the joke
'Cause you're from the hood don't mean your shit's dope
Just 'cause you got bodies don't mean you're gon' gold
Like just because you're black don't mean you got soul
Niggas coming home from doing wild time
Talk about P - "Yo P I could rhyme"
50 Cent did it; I could do the shit too
But you're not 50, he individual
And you're not H and you're definitely not P
What would make you think it's so easy to be?
I've been doing this since I was a Rugrat
I'm gifted; I'm blessed with talents you can't match
Stop dreaming, wake up and smell the 'Kush'
You better than P? Nah you wish!!!

(Chorus) Prodigy X2

(P talking w/ a friend)

(Fan talking)
Ohh, yo, ohh shit man, what up dunn?
Yo where've you been at man?
Yo we need you man
You gotta put out that knowledge
Kick that street knowledge G
Please man, you got that drugs
I need my fix of that dope
C'mon man, please man, you got it man, c'mon man

[Prodigy]
Now the latest gun drive, jelly beans
GMT peyote, I know you feel me
P's song is a natural tripping me
My rhymes is so vivid, you start to see things
Way different, America's fiend
I was fast asleep, but now I'm wide awake
I was under the spell of Kangol and reserved notes
Religion and fashion, I used to be flashy
'Til I had a total recall, forgot what I've already knew
It took me 33 years for me to see the truth
Ever so clear I was too young
I couldn't articulate myself the right way son
But now let me break it down, pass it all around
This is not a theory, lift the spirits, see his spirit
They wanna put me in a straightjacket in a padded room
And tell the world there's 12 monkeys so they can be confused

(Chorus) X2
Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body
Secret Society trying to keep their eye on me
But I'ma stay incogni' in places they can't find me
Make my moves strategically

[Prodigy]
They say life is like Chess
But fuck that I'm tired of playing games with you kids
Ain't no time for playing, check the rhymes it's insane
I write it for the streets, for the hood inspiration
Inspire every party to map where it's poverty
I started with a Mobb but now I got an army
With soldiers and troopers
The TV and the radio scared the death of us
So we hit the YouTube up
Now I got millions of views
Now watch how many rappers follow what P do
Now I'm too hoody to conform to the program
I'm too much of a rebel for me to try to fit in
Nigga! It don't matter on the color of your skin
Right now you either positive or you negative
I got friends in high places, multiple races
And coaches on my side, all you got is paper

(Chorus) X2

(Fades to Raekwon the Chef talking)

KILLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Prodigy]
Yeah, look here man
Every time the ball drop on New Years Eve
We toast to more money, we smoke to more cheese
Burn this one for beating my case
Then pop me another bottle and keep celebrating
When I'm always waiting for niggas to front
So I keep me a banger, catch a stunt if you want
Be like Super Dave, you fucked up
Flat out on the concrete they peeled you up like the cartoons
But this ain't fake, nah this is gon' hurt
And you gon' feel pain
I'm the results of slavery and poverty
You had the drugs and guns to equal to P
Watch how every time the drama pop off I'm on top
The niggas try that wit' me and get shot
Ayo my donuts, dunn I got dumb out money
Wild paper, you niggas better run now from me

(Chorus) Prodigy X2
New Yitty, my hand's never gritty
I'll send the young boy to destroy every living
Think outside, do inside the place
I'll just do it my self, can never be too safe out here in

[Prodigy]
Yeah, yeah, every time I'm around my G
You know P drop that fire, ah I drop heat
Too hot to handle; too cold to hold
This two-hundred thousand on my wrist bone
This is .22 long right by the hipbone
And I got the bullets with the x's and o's
On the tips I'll shoot you in the lips
Speaking on my name just so you could get a spin
(KILLA!!) Couple spins, this nigga is wack
You's a ugly dipshit, the black Craig Mack
I'ma handsome shooter, I'll simple clutch the ruger
And blow your bummer clout rot face to Bermuda
I'ma mobster, wit' the two B's front to O
You pull my foul, all you gon' see is gold
And platinum music, homey go make a hit
With 15 minutes of fame consider it a gift

(Chorus) Prodigy X2

(Young P)
Ayo daddy show these mothafucka's how we do it

P, P, P, P
P, P, P, P
Who holding down NYC huh?
P, P, P, P
Yeah, listen

[Prodigy]
It don't matter who popping for the moment
P is forever, it don't matter what's the new hot shit
My shit better, courtesy of myself, thanks to me
I've work hard to come with these
Sixteen's is much more than a rap, this is pure facts
You see what's really good when you catch him by himself
Dolly, I leave a fool holy like Jesus Christ
It's a miracle he still living
And you could say a whole life time of prayer
But you never in this lifetime player be the mayor of the murder murder
Killer killer, bloody rap songs out the slums in the squala
Made a few dollars, now they say I'm too rich
I give some to you, now a nigga cool
Ha, I ain't got two cents for you bums
Now watch as I burn rubber in the six-huns
CL made my gun ring a bell
Where the shots came from they never can tell
They just here to fire and everybody bails
One nigga on the ground dying in hell
Fo'real!

(Chorus) Prodigy and kids
A B C D E F G
H I J K L M O
P P P P P P P
And numero uno P
There's no other
Kids tell 'em who I be
A B C D E F G
H I J K L M O
P P P P P P P
The one and only
H.N.I.C. who holding NYC huh?

[Prodigy]
Listen, R.I.P season begins
Dead bodies popping up, niggas getting hit
Others getting beat the fuck out and bashed out
MOP style, they get mashed out
I razor blade you up and cut you bad
You gon' need plastic where your face's at
Boy I'll bullet riddle you up and chop you into parts
Then scatter you all over the East Coast, kiko
You're playing with your life
You play with me you're like a baby running with a knife
You're upset your wife got my CD in the changer
And you rap too and she don't bump your bangers
Your shit wack and then on top
Your life style don't match the shit you pop
This is gon' be simple 'cause you're easy
Like 1 2 3, I do it niggas greasy as...

(Chorus) Prodigy and kids

(Prodigy talking)
Click Clack
Rock-a-bye Baby
Click Clack
Oh you'se dead mothafucka

[Prodigy]
Just look into my eyes, you see there's no bullshit
And I'ma professional, drama bring a .9 slinger
Just look at my face; do I look like I'm playing with you?
Listen to my verse; Do it sound like I'm a scared fool? NO!
I don't give a fuck when I rap
You see me in the street it's the same way I act
It's not movie dawg, it's a reality show
So that'll be real good when that cali-coat blow

(Chorus) Prodigy
Welcome to the life of V.I.P
On DVD 'cause shit too violent for MTV
There's niggas being killed; bitches being fucked
There's drugs being sold; our money getting up

[Big Twinz]
If you look into my mind; all you see is hate dunn
The blood's everywhere, but most of 'em is fake one's
I load up the .9, trying to get payload
I take everything from you shoes to your Kangol
You gotta give it up or get your arm chopped off
Niggas know my name - Big Twinz pop off
The fiends know wassup, I'm the one to cop off
I'm not soft, Infamous fire like hot-sauce

[Prodigy]
Get a load of real shit, the hemi go bang
The swami go rang, in the shoot & range
So I could perfect my aim
Stick you like a dope needle how a nigga aim
Sharp-shooter, top shotta, top fire rapper
Voted most likely to knock back up...
I pick the ratch[et] up and cap you up
Night or day it don't matter
The skateboarder, surfboarder, snowboarder
Understand P you see 'cause he's sorta...
The best stuff on Earth
And if you come up with your bitch to put the cuff on first
'Cause I'ma animal pimp, I get up on a female
And tell her things she likes, she give me that tail
And I call heads, but I was all wrong dawg, a sex is the best

(Prodigy talking)
Click Clack
Rock-a-bye Baby
Click Clack

(Sample)
"And the man walked in the valley of the shadow of death
For years and he feared no evil"

[Prodigy]
Yeah-yeah
Growing up niggas were murdered for no reason
We just wanna pop our guns, we was just beastin'
All up in the streets and Black was the worst
That was Hav' brother, we called 'em Killa
Killa had an obsession for popping unexpected
He would just pop off when you weren't expected
High shot 'em in his head, shit Killa ran home
Took some mad vil and put a bullet out on his own
A real nigga made of stone, we don't budge
We just stick to the script, when the Ds question us
Killa got knocked for a body and *Pump* snitched on 'em
The next thing you know Killa came home Muslim
Huh, we ain't mad at cha' like the Mack-to-the-10
Too much and he's back at it again
Like the Scarface Twinz
I seen this nigga cut a nigga up so bad I had to stop looking

(Chorus) Prodigy X2
I miss the dead, I wish the dead
Oh please come back, I need ya help
And everybody that got somebody deceased
I know you feel the same
The spirit gon' live through me

[Prodigy]
Listen, I light a candle on your death and birthday
Lord have mercy it seems you cursed me with a life of pain
All I do is strain, everyday is a struggle, everyday it rain
Even when the sun's shining, they say that's when God's crying
Dark clouds hanging over my head made lightning
Strike me down if I'm lying
I miss my pops; all I got is lonely tear drops
And memories of him teaching me to hurt people with my bare hands
And how to shoot people
I remember me and him stuck a jewelry store
He did the sticking; I was in the get-a-way car
Pops came out with a big bag full of jewelry
We had a high speed chase with Nassau County
I was eight years old, my pops was drama
They locked him and sent me home to mama

(Chorus) Prodigy X2

[Prodigy]
Thinking back it was me and [E]-Moneybags up in Champion Motor
I was Ferrari dreaming, E copped the Navigator
On the way there and back, he told me about the jukes
Him and Troy took the niggas for their shine and had 'em shook
And how he killed Black Just but he meant to hit Preme
Shot up the nigga Rovo over by the Coliseum
I remember laying up fucked up in the hospital
Troy and Bags would visit; Troy had Sickle-cell
Me and him use to kick it and Bag's baby moms died giving birth
'Cause of Sickle-cell problems
And Shamik from LeFrak would bring me Red Lobster
I never knew they was coming, they would just pop up
My niggas; you stunt on us, we shoot people
Straight like that, no half step, I eat you
Alive with this .4/5 mag-num
Stay on your toes 'cause we toe-tagging 'em

(Chorus) Prodigy X2

(Prodigy talking)
Yeah, that's right, of course
Uh, uh
Yeah, ayo, uh-huh

(Chorus) Prodigy
Field Marshal P
Soldier you step inside my room solute (solute)
At attention, pay attention
When P say something it's the truth
The Universe is my witness (uh-huh)
It's all what these demon cops tried to do
It's all our leaders that got hit
It's all the shooting that hit our leaders too

[Prodigy]
Nigga I'ma vet, on the streets I'ma King
Push it to the maximum when I do my thang
My words will shock you, my songs will scare you
You fit to die real soon, let me prepare you
For that rectangle box, you deserve to die, you dirty lil fuck
You ungrateful, un-loyal, I'll have my nigga Un take care of you
Or my nigga Fox, you just light work, real simple
I'll pick up the pistol and hit up your temple
Demolish your rental, you cheap fuck, bury 'em in his cheap suit
Ashes to dust, you're not a revolutionary, you're a punk
You're not a rebel soldier; just leave it up to us
I'ma insurgent, I put work in, check my card, listen to my verses

(Chorus) Prodigy

[Prodigy]
Nigga I'ma pro, in the rap world I'ma god
I only hear the facts; I'm death to your garbage
I only spit the rap, if the shit's real
I only lie to the police on the real
New York Pricks and Dicks (NYPD) know the deal
They wanna do the kid like my nigga Sean Bell
Fuck that, it be a racist cop buried there
With the bagpipe music, I'll burn another L
To amazing grace, what a perfect song
Was blind but now you see us, it's not a game at all
Y'all some slimy snakes, bunch of reptile cops
The government and military all corrupt
I ain't on that shade the world shit
I'ma share my experiences, been through hell and back
Now I'm right back in hell, dunn I'll be right back
Yeah, but in the meanwhile...

(Chorus) Prodigy

[Un Pacino]
Cops said a nigga tried to get you a charge
Get cameras, 'cause they might plan some shit in your car
But yet the god just talking the fact he got lips
They gave 'em 42 months; he got bagged with that grip
Word is bond, I was just right there
I've seen the judge's face, military mind
I preached to nigga "fuck jakes"
The Hip-Hop could suck my dick
Down right they trying to hate on us, destruct our clique
Big Joe was in the Garden the night of Sean Bell death
Had plans to kill a nigga the minute Sean Bell left
Trying to slant the victim's characters for wrong judan
Niggas scared to hang around me like "what's wrong with Un?"
But fuck 'em, nigga down to take bullets when we were leaving
And we don't get mad we get even
Before you violate my rights and start looking
Shit is candid in the car you're searching, I got footage

(Chorus) Prodigy


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Yeah yeah yeah
Old school Pt.2 feel it
The realest, who be the realest?
That's how we do it, man!
We run through it, nigga

[Prodigy]
I'm the number one insane rapper mix CD stabba'
Your album was doo-doo, I threw it out the passenger
The number one crapta, the 8, the 12, the 16, 22's and 23's
Sometimes I could blow a little steam
I got alot on my chest but I keep it quiet, so I don't blow the steam
Get 'em everytime, my millitary bars, will leave a permanent mark on ya brain
The comeback kid, to see you get your ass whooped!
Mad witnesses, these niggas mad shook!
I don't have a clue, why he chose to speak on my name, when you know I'm gon' shoot
You know I'm gon' crack yo' face, when you see me in the place I'm a dangerous person
Behind the rope, poppin' off with the girl
You got the ratchet in the car
I got the ratchet on my person!

[Hook]
3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks
and a pocket full of hacks!
(X2)

It don't stop, it don't stop, it don't stop
When it's on it go pop!
(x2)

[Big Twin]
Yo, it been a long time since I sold a dime on a dime
This shit too hot whoa!
Its poppin' uptown when I used to see Flaco
Now back to the block hollerin' 'I got those'
I got those in every state, like the same amount of snitches that you got in your face
I'ma make my cracks bigger and take over the whole hood
Shit changed, dunn the ladies say that I'm no good
I smoke wood, to get high till we pass out
Cash over bitches, that's how we ride out
I''a G, rep QBC, with a fully on my back, kid. Who want beef?
Loose teeth over bullshit, you want that?
I'ma crazy motherfucker' beat you down with a bat
It's 'Big Twin' if you don't know, you betta' recognize!
I'm not the one to fuck with, I'm down to catch a homicide, YEAH!

[Hook]
3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks
and a pocket full of hacks!
(X2)

It don't stop, it don't stop, it don't stop
When it's on it go pop!
(x2)

[Prodigy]
Ferrati Testarossa, I start the motor
Go from New York to South Dakota
When I was a kid I drank beer, not Soda!
Never hit the girls if they panties had the odor
You put my songs for sale and I'm a good earner
And I shot ya man, so I could test my burner
My 223's spit, flyin' down the VanWyck
When I'm in Queens, I make sure I see my man Twin
When I'm in Brooklyn, I holla at G
Love to see the girls ass-naked in the Tee
Take her to the crib, turn on the flat-screen
My couch is Gucci, sit ya ass next to me

[Hook]
3 Stacks, 3 Stacks, 3 Stacks
and a pocket full of hacks!
(X2)

It don't stop, it don't stop, it don't stop
When it's on it go pop!
(x2)

[Prodigy:]
Yeah
It go; 1, 2, 3, to the 4
That nigga P double got that shit fo'sho
5, 6, 7, to the 8
You niggas make me laugh straight to the bank
You niggas got problems with me?
Can't wait till we're in the same room in the same place
You just dropped the brick get outta my face
Your album sound like shit, fucking disgrace
To the whole black race, rap race
Stop wasting budgets; buy your self a place
My song will embarrass you, you're in the wrong game
I'll make you look stupid, sound real lame
Compare to this sixteen bars of pain
When I write I get tight, I'll be ready to bang
'Cause in real life out in the world it get worst
I'll brace car, buy guns, and bang for your shirt

[Chorus: Prodigy]
There's gon' be some shit when I see
Goodfella nigga but I'm 'fenna get evil
Up, put 'em when his pants was down
Look, now I got 'em running on camera now
There's gon' be some shit at this party
Everybody leaving except for one body
Got his self killed over that Bacardi
We handle the shit then it's back to the party

[Prodigy:]
Ayo, dunn take the blunt while I fuck this nigga up
Keep burning our flag and he fronting like he tough
Niggas come on home from jail like they 'sposed to have me
Under some type of pressure, go fuck your mother
You really wanna step to me?
Get online and go around the block, who next to get live?
On P-TV, better not have step
'Cause everybody watching they all gon' witness
My power and strength, they see it's not a toy
You're trying to pet a Lion, I'm a enjoy me an arm for dinner
May God forbid I, get a whole of the rest of you I'll be a sinner
And thou shall not kill, unless they trying to kill me
And then shall finger pop the Uzi
Now the bitch's all wet, bitch ass nigga, I'll make 'em fall back
When I hit 'em in his titties, catch 'em in the city
Doing real dirty 'cause his face real pretty
Niggas bleed more when they're drunk off the Henney
You fucked up my shirt, mad DNA

[Chorus: Prodigy]

*featuring Big Noyd

[Big Noyd:]
They could say what they say
You know I ride to the grave when it's beef
That Mobb shit, you know that hard shit for the streets
That diabetic rap, nigga ain't nothing sweet
That 'Murda Muzik' Infamous Mobb Deep
It's nothing for me to wild out, buck niggas fo'real
I run up in their spot wake 'em with the blue steel
Got a nina, that got more bodies than Katrina
Till I'm locked up, I'll pop up on your block with dem heaterz
We stomp niggas out just to break your new Timbs
Which means it's nothing just to break a few limbs
The Gemstar cut a few and give 'em new chins
Ain't no telling what I'll do off that Juice & Gin
It's the rapper, the gun clapper, yeah it's him
The 41st side and we at it again
You ain't come up hard like Hav' and KB
You ain't living like Noyd and P

[Chorus: Prodigy]
Nah, never it's nothing for me to cut 'em
Nothing for me to touch 'em
Nothing for me to kill
Nah, never it's nothing for me to buck 'em
Nothing for me to dunn 'em
Nothing for me to kill
Nah nigga, it's nothing for me to spot 'em
Nothing for me to shot 'em
Nothing for me to kill
Nah, never it's nothing for me to jump 'em
Nothing for me to dump 'em
It's nothing fo'real

[Prodigy:]
Look, every one of you niggas now it's Mobb Deep
Ain't none one of you niggas better not touch P
Bloody sport rap, I destroy the beef
And anything else in the way it get eat
I'm the King of my jungle, they know the routine
They can't come out side, they might bump into me
And like 1200 men, we wilding again
Showtime, Voltron when we connect
We'll hurt something, murk something, keep your distance
We animals in the zoo, stay behind the fence
Play tough and get that ass fucked up quick
You a lie, you ain't never been through no live shit
Never played in the dirt, rolled in the mud
No we not the same, you ain't grow up like us
You ain't raised like Noyd, been through it like P
You ain't built like Hav' and KB

[Chorus: Prodigy]

[Prodigy:]
My nigga we Bloods, that tat' on our hands is Deep
Till the tombstone your beef is my beef
Till the sun burn out and ain't no more shots
We gon' fight till the ending and give it all we got
Niggas stunt on us, we gon' give him the god
We done been through too much to let a nigga just walk
Like he walked the walk, this nigga is all mouth
When them shots get the popping watch 'em hug the ground
Hiding in the cars, nigga scared straight
Stupid, like I won't shoot up the gas tank
After twelve we worst than Gremlin
We take over the bar and can't help it
Off the gasoline kerosene mix
I'll bet none of y'all ain't never seen this
Young Veteran in the war since fourteen
When I almost got my head blew off in QB

[Chorus x2: Prodigy]

*featuring Havoc & Un Pacino

[Un Pacino:]
I was just tellin Hav these youngin's is over wildin
Two shootings in two days and none of it over dollas
Have my mind zoned, somewhere in a different time zone
Ya'll can stand under building I'm tryin to buy homes
But I ponder it gradually grab me back
You can put me anywhere in the world and I'll adapt (look)
I'm tired of flyin to label reps
Ike my niggas all ready to eat the table's set
I'm tired of corner standing, piffin the same exit
Keep it real I want hills my ninja, change settings
I want a backyard where pookie can play
I don't care if it cost my life nigga shoot me today
Remember going to the store momma told me to keep the change
I wanna jump in something new tell my momma to keep the Range
My man got shot I had to peddle him home
He could'nttake the pain and caught a heroin jones

[Chorus:]
This is it I want out
This usually part of the movie where the pistol comes out
Like I said I need change
I need a whole lot of this money and little bit of fame
It's like a ghetto tell tales
I'm tired of camouflagin the corner let me get the next sale
I'm really tryin to prosper of a good good rap
Before I leave out the hood I take a good look back

[Havoc:]
They say, what don't kill you will kid it'll only make you stronger
And the wrong mistake is a half dead ass doing the coroner
Heavenly father I'm lookin into the heavens
My girl think I'm going crazy this nigga going 7th
These days you know the hammer under the pillow
Got a mansion left from the ghetto I'm trapped in the middle
So niggas layed flat like soda without the fizzle
When it rained it poured be lucky it only drizzled
Took my homie under my brella I took him in
He bit me turned around and told me that's how a snake wins
The world we livin in... can't trust a homie far as I can shoot a nigga
Leave me the shit get lonely, homie
Don't speak my name if you don't know me
Most important you black the bitches dat shits is corny
Out ya rabid ass mind tryin to run up on me
Don't make have to shoot you with the 40

[Chorus]

[Prodigy:]
Yo Thunn I be right back, yea hold it down G's
While I'm gone get me songs all over the streets
That's what you call awareness, these niggas put they lil albums out
But nobody cares it's P time to shine
Get dat shit the fuck outta hea I satisfy the custi's
My history at retail, is outstanding
My cd got wings cause it flys off the shelves
While I'm stuck in the bing for the next 80 days
Fuck it I got years it can't get no worse than it already is
I spoke to my nigga Yayo the other day
He told me everybody bumpin H.N.I.C., part 2
And on the youtube, I'm killin'm out there, crazy views
I make a rapper run for his life and drop a gem
This nigga threw his watch so we would stop chasin him
He lucky I was on trial, I woulda stabbed him, he was saw from every angle
All them cameras. fuck it I still won, still undefeated
This nigga tryin to act like he did something, beat it
Your not a gangsta it's been proven
Nah, you just a snitch like Frank Lucas
Yous a false prophet, out in the world
While a real nigga like me trapped in a cell

[Chorus]