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+Illuminati[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+Now and Laters, gum drops, jelly beans
+DMT, peyote, I know you feel me
+P's song is a natural tryptamine
+My rhymes is so vivid, you start to see things
+Way different, America's fake
+I was fast asleep, but now I'm wide awake
+I was under the spell of Kingu 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 strait jacket in a padded room
+And tell the world there's 12 monkeys so they can be confused
+
+[Hook]
+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
+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
+[Verse 2: 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 I'm sayin'
+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 to 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
+
+[Hook]
+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
+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 strategicallyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Keep It Thoro[Intro]
+Oh, y'all niggas killers now—oh, word?
+Catch you coming out your fucking crib, nigga
+Yeah, catch a fucking bullet, nigga
+
+[Verse 1]
+Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
+Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels
+Write a book full of medicine and generate mils
+Tour the album, only for more sales
+We used to catch those on the block with crills
+Now, it's paid shows, promoters post up bills
+Sign deals only if the math is real
+If we can't match numbers, then you can't have the Head Nigga In Charge and shit
+Live-nigga-rhymes artist
+Pardon, P-dub shines regardless
+Remorseless, haunt niggas like poltergeist
+My advice, 'fore you get like that, is think twice
+Before you move on it, put jewels on it, who want it?
+Loose niggas make the news when we start forming
+Snatch stripes off a nigga's uniform often
+Don't embarrass yo' delf, you way out your jurisdiction
+While niggas bullshit on the grill
+I don't fuck around, dunny—it's most real
+I keep it thoro, nigga
+[Break]
+Yo, let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo
+
+[Verse 2]
+While niggas bullshit on the grill
+I don't fuck around, dunny—it's most real
+I gave birth to your whole style and feel
+How do it feel to hold my dick in public?
+Cockblower, duplicate rap cloner
+It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
+I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
+Grab niggas by the throat, show and prove
+Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy
+Did a buck off of my shit and wrapped your Audi
+Temperamental, I snap quick, very touchy
+Ayo, my attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
+I rap like no one out there can fuck with me
+You feel different, nigga, see me
+I throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say, "P, you crazy"
+A pain in the ass—nah, but fuck you, pay me
+I'm no shorty, nigga, I stop your glory
+I'm a thorough street nigga for real, you just applaud me
+Avoid P, man, take your baby mom's advice
+I'm nothing sweet, ill with the guns, you pay the price
+When you see me in the streets soldier, salute me
+You just a groupie, oh, you gangsta, then shoot me
+Who gives a fuck really, I miss my nigga Twin
+Kill me so I can join the rest of my force up in the heavens
+You rap niggas make me laugh, y'all crazy ass
+And I don't give a fuck what you sold, that shit is trash
+Bang this, 'cause I guarantee that you bought it
+Heavy airplay all day with no chorus
+I keep it thoro, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Self Conscience[Prelude: Prodigy]
+Yo..
+Is it ill, do it need to be fixed?
+(That shit is real, dunn; and stop talkin' like your skills don't kill)
+Nah, it's just that sometimes I feel like that
+I can write more fouler than the last
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy's Conscience]
+Yo, that shit is cash, trust me, dunn; I'll never lead you astray
+Take my word, niggas wanna hear how you think
+It be that shit that you wouldn't expect to win
+That stay playin' in they decks over and again
+Speak your thoughts, put your all in it
+Whatever's in your mind, spit it
+Place your anger on the page, release tension on the tape
+A stress verse, seem to be what they most thirst
+Makes fake niggas disperse, they never challenge what works
+
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+Balancin' the weakness, is what I specialize in
+Dunn, you my nigga 'cause you keep me hype while I'm writin'
+Kept me on point in the night when it might go down
+Keep me eyes wide in the daytime as well
+Kept me focused on what's real and nuthin' else
+I find it healthy, to conversate with myself
+I kick it with my delf (I kept you alive all these years)
+It's that inner voice you shoulda took heed to and shit
+Coulda been home instead of bleedin'
+Maybe next time you'll listen when it speaks
+[Verse 3: Prodigy's Conscience]
+Yo, dunn, I got a story to tell
+Remember last week's mission?
+I told you bring the gun (Yeah, I remember) Nah, listen
+Without me, you'd be a memory
+I'm the one you could come to for guidance
+Bring you home alive when you wildin'
+Kept you out of harm's way, told you when to spray
+Told you when it's time to put it away
+And when the cops came, you was safe
+
+[Verse 4: Prodigy]
+Without question, I stay aware, dunn, I'm listenin'
+Everytime we speak it's real, I know your intentions
+Is to make sure we both safe and livin', and breathin'
+You gets all respect from me, dunn, believe it
+
+[Verse 5: Prodigy's Conscience]
+Yo, we got kids to raise and bills to pay
+Enemies to lay down when they stand in our way
+It's only us (What about the clique?)
+Now, if you die, is they comin'?
+When you shot, do they feel the bullet?
+And when you broke, can they fix it?
+Aight then, you keep writin'
+And let me do the thinkin', I brought us this far without mistaken
+[Verse 6: Nas]
+Voices in my head from choices that I dreaded choosin'
+Cautions I shoulda took heed, lost in my weed, steady losin'
+Thug stripes, badges of honor, forced to succeed
+Whores on they knees fuckin' with millionaires, killers and thieves
+I fuck until there's no feelin' where I bust and I pee
+I lusted cars but I suffered and my scars run deep
+I stay to myself, one deep, pray to my God 'cause he
+Say when it's hard get on one knee, and ask Thy for forgiveness
+Fuck the cash, the ice
+Ferraris with two-twenty on the dash when your life ain't right
+See, niggas smile up in your face and stick a knife in your back
+Snakes shake your hand and got his dick up in your wife back
+Why's it like that? It's life, black, and this is the game
+The way I see it: Both bitches and niggas, is the same
+I trust myself, I can't fuck myself
+When hoes leave and no weed, I still know me, just myself
+Fear is weakness, learn from what experience teaches
+Beware of leeches, the vampires, my secrets
+Never follow, 'cause most niggas is straight up cowards
+Take care of my body's the temple, my mind is the powerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Genesis[Intro]
+Respect this right here nigga
+I-M-D, you must play this
+I-M-D, word up
+Yeah, you know, Infamous Mobb Deep
+It's real, check it out though
+
+[Verse 1]
+Respect the I-M-D, fresh out the carton
+The R-A-double-P, E-R
+P-E-double, when I speak it gets real
+Flex try to tell me, "Yo dunn, nah chill"
+You can't come out, wildin' out like that
+Rhymes so vivid, dunn I see what you sayin'
+But you gotta understand how I feel
+The pain and the hardship it took to build
+Years of frustration, some got killed
+Others fell vic' to the gates of steel
+Most try to instill sanity still
+Stuck on this rock where we don't belong
+I wanna go home not sing this song
+But I'm forced to perform, speech napalm
+Calm, surrounded by all types of harm
+Dogman, fuck your screwface I watch hands
+
+[Interlude]
+Watch your hands nigga, I see that, word up..
+Word up, peep y'all cats movements
+Laid back in the cut like what?
+Pay attention, check it out dunn
+[Verse 2]
+I'm bein' watched by snake eyes
+Peep them shed skin plenty times
+Surrounded by crash dummies and empty minds
+Get your shit together dunn, see between the lines
+Stay awoke, to the ways of the wickedest kind
+Infamous--'cause of the way, I write rhymes
+Plus my story's more foul than your newborn eatin' swine
+(Stupid) Catch a seat, it's about to get deep
+Like squeezin' flouride on your brush for your teeth
+Or, takin your seed to get shots every week
+We need to pay more attention to our surroundings
+Busy wildin', all for the wrong cause
+Put that same strength into somethin' that'll pay off
+Don't forget your soul's involved
+That same energy you put out, comes right back it revolves
+I smash you, dunn only if I have to
+I would hate to, but I'll be more than glad to
+The positive and negative war has now begun
+P helps you separate both the sides
+Let the truth arise, black devil don't hide
+You can't hide from me, you might from the others
+I've been employed to pull your ass out from the covers
+You walk like you got hooves and talk like you 'sposed to
+Trickin' my brothers into followin' you? Yo
+Potential energy is easily made kinetic
+I turn 'em all back where they belong, don't wet it
+What? Set it..
+[Outro]
+Set it nigga, fuckin fake-ass motherfuckers
+Take your mask off nigga, what? (what.. what..)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Can Never Feel My Pain[Intro]
+Naw, you can never feel my pain, nigga
+And you can never feel my pain, nigga
+Never feel my pain, nigga
+How do I start it
+
+[Verse 1]
+Nineteen seventy four, motherfucker I was born with pain
+My moms and my pops pass it down to me
+So don't talk to me about can I feel yours
+'Cause I ain't feeling you at all, your pain isn't pure
+You crying 'cause you broke from the projects
+That's not pain, that's emotions, you a bitch
+I'm talking 'bout permanent, physical suffering
+You know nothing about that
+You just complain 'cause you stressed
+Nigga, my pain's in the flesh
+And through the years that pain became my friend; sedated
+With morphine as a little kid
+I built a tolerance for drugs, addicted to the medicine
+Now hospital emergency treat me like a fiend
+I rather die sometimes I wish a nigga OD
+Begging God for help, only to find
+That I'm all by my goddamn self
+And you can never feel my pain, nigga
+[Chorus]
+Naw, can never feel my pain, nigga
+You can never feel my pain, nigga
+Never feel the pain, nigga
+You could never feel the pain, nigga
+Naw, never feel the pain, nigga
+
+[Verse 2]
+And the females ask - P, why you always look mad?
+Don't mind me if I may come off like that
+But see, a nigga depressed, I need smoke
+I need me a drink, I'm trying to stop those
+Experience life, through the shoes of me
+What you find, is you can't do that, you ain't built for it
+The impact I put on this earth
+It's like nutting that you ever seen or heard; so look listen
+When I speak, sit up in your seat
+Pay attention to the words, 'cause the story is deep
+In and out of crisis, since before I could walk
+It gave me strength though, nowadays I hardly talk
+It made me cold-hearted, anti, I won't play sports
+I barely joke or play games, take it how you want
+My handicap took its toll on my sanity
+My moms got me at the shrink at like 13
+And doctors called the cops on me
+'Cause I be throwing IV poles and they ignore me
+I gotta, try to calm down and breathe
+I can only hold it but for so long; put me to sleep
+Do I sound insane? If I do, then this here was written for you
+'Cause you could never feel the pain, nigga
+[Chorus]
+Nah, you can never feel my pain, nigga
+Could never feel my pain, nigga
+Never feel the pain, nigga
+You could never feel the pain, nigga
+Nah, never feel the pain, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Mystic[Intro]
+(Thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus
+Thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus)
+
+[Verse 1]
+You are now listening to the sounds of
+A god in the flesh, my lineage is ancient
+I come from beyond any place you could imagine
+In your imagination
+Mommy was my spaceship
+It took her nine months to get me here, I finally made it
+Goodness gracious, great balls of fire
+My star got six points so I burn brighter
+Than any pentagram on Hollywood's sidewalk
+I'm much too hot, you cannot cool me off
+Not a son, don't chill Allah
+Check the rhyme that I spill on y'all
+It's the best by far
+Initiate of the sacred brotherhood of elite rappers
+I'm a master builder
+Grand verbalizer, young old-timer
+The tippy-top shotta, original Don Dada
+
+[Chorus]
+It's written in the stars, look me up then
+Two or three bars, got you pay attention
+I'm gifted, my rap is mystic
+It's codes that I speak so the police missed it
+Spray painted on the walls
+The writing's on the walls
+I'm gifted, my rap is mystic
+It's codes that I speak so the police missed it
+[Verse 2]
+Put on some real tough shit that I could rock to
+Then write the illest words you ever could bop to
+I live the illest life you ever could have
+So much joy I cry, so much pain I laugh
+At my best I am excellence
+At my worst I'm not inspired by the beat, shit come out weak
+It's not bad for a bad day
+I smack you and knock your head off
+Damn, I don't know my own strength
+Like a lion, I was just tryin' to play
+It's not my fault you fall apart so easy
+I need to be with my own kind
+Take me to where the rap music is powerful beats and rhymes
+Whole 'nother channel, don't be so shallow
+Expand your taste
+There's more to life than your narrow mind think
+And we live from the refuge
+Is anybody out there?
+
+[Chorus]
+It's written in the stars, look me up then
+Two or three bars, got you pay attention
+I'm gifted, my rap is mystic
+It's codes that I speak so the police missed it
+Spray painted on the walls
+The writing's on the walls
+I'm gifted, my rap is mystic
+It's codes that I speak so the police missed it
+[Outro]
+(Thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus
+Thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus
+Jesus, Jesus)
+You've got to keep them pretty scared
+Because unless they're properly scared and frightened
+That all sorts of devils are going to destroy them
+From outside or inside or somewhere
+They may start to think...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+No Religion[Intro]
+Yeah, that's right!
+
+[Verse 1]
+My raps scare the fuck outta people, but I'm just misunderstood
+But if you were to listen real good
+Then you wouldn't mistake me for being crazy
+You would learn to love and appreciate me
+Now! hear me clearly
+The reason I am how the I am, they don't scare me
+I'm not under the spell, I'm not trapped in the cycle
+They can't pull the wool
+Over my eyes, I see the truth
+For all of our lives, we've been lied to
+And I know, it's hard to accept
+So we drink away the pain and party to death
+Have so much sex, smoke so much weed
+We just wanna have fun, we don't wanna think
+We just wanna make dollars, we don't wanna make sense
+We don't wanna pay attention, we just wanna pay the rent
+
+[Chorus]
+Young niggas that blast for me, no religion
+Young niggas that blast for me, no religion
+Young niggas that blast for me, no religion
+Young niggas that blast for me, no religion
+[Verse 2]
+I don't wanna hear about your spiritual epiphanies G's
+I'm not a role model, I just care about what make me
+More money and celebrity power
+More sex, drugs and fame, a star for my fame
+On that L.A. sidewalk, that's how you want me to be ain't it?
+'Cause when I do good you hate it
+Bit when I'm evil and reckless you love it
+Fanatics, y'all a bunch a sick motherfuckers
+You need to grow up and open your minds
+I put truth in the song, but you want lies
+I put real in rap music, but you want fake
+By the time you understand me it'll be too late
+You're so caught up in fantasy land, you're so under the spell
+I wish you luck, I wish you well
+Real men drink water
+We stay with our women, and raise our daughters
+And our little men too
+And teach them the things they won't teach 'em in school
+Like ancient Black history and how to survive in these modern times
+It's no games bein' played, no kiddin' no bullshittin' and, nigga
+It's no games bein' played, no kiddin' no bullshittin' and
+No religion
+
+[Chorus]
+Young niggas that blast for me, no religion
+Young niggas that blast for me, no religion
+(Ooh rev ain't right)
+Young niggas that blast for me, no religion
+Young niggas that blast for me, no religion
+[Outro]
+Those who have understood this have manipulated people for centuries and deep millennia by manufacturing and controlling religion
+Young niggas that blast for me, no religionEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tyranny[Intro]
+No, this is not a Hollywood blockbuster
+Planes crashing into these towers are real
+And these buildings crash to the ground
+Including one that wasn't hit by anything at all
+The American population was terrorized, hypnotized, and traumatized
+By repetitive showings of the devastation
+With the media repeating, over and over
+That it was a terrorist attack
+Yeah-yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+My confidence is up, I believe with all my soul
+I could do anything that I put my heart into
+I spend all of my time focused in the lab
+Comin' up with these songs, masterin' my craft
+'Cause I'ma need that boat or one of them aircrafts
+God gave me a life and I'ma live this shit
+So, wassup? Don't get your head bust up
+You're in my way, young brother
+Get out my way, young brother
+Or I'ma run you down
+You should have accepted my offer
+Brush me off like it's nothin'
+I understand, no it's okay
+Run along now, you interrupting
+The illest rapper still active
+Move dope, then all of my past shit
+I was just a boy, I was only 19
+But by mind be on some old lex shit
+[Hook]
+Race don't matter
+Your faith don't matter
+The enemy is government tyranny
+All that other shit don't matter
+
+[Verse 2]
+My confidence like armor
+I know with all my being
+That I could do anything
+I just work hard and I achieve it
+Now watch me create money
+For the next 300 years
+So my great grandkids'll eat food
+Off of these words I'm saying here
+Yeah, I wrote this with you in mind
+I'm so far ahead of my time
+My body will never catch up to where my brain is at
+Sometime I gotta slow down and pace myself
+I'm going too much over y'all head
+My school of thought like the Essenes
+And some secrets are best kept sacred
+It's one big religious war with these old books
+Who's wrong or right, who cares?
+Wake up, they diverting our attention
+From what's really going on right here, right now
+Toxic food, it's causing cancer, you don't have to smoke
+Toxic politicians, the system is rigged but go 'head and vote
+[Hook]
+Race don't matter
+Your faith don't matter
+The enemy is government tyranny
+All that other shit don't matter
+You rich, don't matter
+You broke, don't matter
+The enemy, they threaten our liberties
+All that other shit don't matter
+
+[Outro]
+This time, vote like your whole world depended on itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Real Power Is People(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 Olde 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 a secret government that worship an owl
+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*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Spiritual War[Chorus]
+I see you got your spin, careful with that shit
+Quiet on the set, police on our neck
+Your head, light that up, let me get that Ace
+Unholy water my cup
+In this mental, physical, spiritual war
+Yeah it's a spiritual war
+It's an actual, factual, supernatural war
+
+[Verse 1]
+Listen, I've got a diamond heart, 24 karat blood
+My body is my temple, bitch, I am the plug
+Whole universe is my outlet, I and I, we are one
+Respect the flower of life, or get your petal plucked like
+She love me or she love me not?
+You love me or you love what I got?
+It's okay if you're scared, turn your fear into power
+We got serpents in the garden, some of those apples are sour
+GMO
+
+[Chorus]
+Careful with that shit
+Quiet on the set, police on our neck
+Your head, light that up, let me get that Ace
+Unholy water my cup, a little Henny
+In this mental, physical, spiritual war
+Yeah it's a spiritual war
+It's an actual, factual, supernatural war
+[Verse 2]
+I've got a diamond heart, 24 karat blood
+My body is my temple, bitch, I am the plug
+Whole universe is my power source, I stay on, I stay lit
+At 1.21 gigawatts, I brainstorm, start rainin'
+Start rainin', start rainin'
+At 1.21 gigawatts, I brainstorm and start rainin'
+On you warriors, we not scared
+We stand in front your tanks like Tiananmen Square
+
+[Chorus]
+I see you got your spin, careful with that shit
+Quiet on the set, police on our neck
+Your head, light that up, let me get that Ace
+Unholy water my cup
+In this mental, physical, spiritual war
+Yeah it's a spiritual war
+It's an actual, factual, supernatural war
+I see you got your spin, careful with that shit
+Quiet on the set, police on our neck
+Your head, light that up, let me get that Ace
+Unholy water my cup
+In this mental, physical, spiritual war
+Yeah it's a spiritual war
+It's an actual, factual, supernatural warEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Mafuckin USA[Verse 1]
+Everything not Illuminati, everything not a evil plot, nah
+Everything not the black boulé, sometime people just get shot
+Caught up in a random act of violence
+Murder over dumb shit
+Everything is not connected
+Some things are, but you buggin'
+You takin' it too far
+Stop starin' up at space
+Pay attention to life on Earth
+You worried about the wrong things
+Let's talk legislation, all these laws changing, foreign bankers
+Let's talk Proposition 37, let's practice the First Amendment
+She say she love when I speak my truth
+She search for me her whole life
+I tell her, "Go 'head, keep searchin'
+'Cause you ain't never gon' find
+Another with my balance, my vibration, I resonate"
+My pull is magnetic, I'm attractive
+But I give more than I hold
+
+[Chorus]
+Get some 350s, nine millis, extendo 47s
+They want us to all disarm, but we ain't givin' up our weapons (Fuck no)
+It's the USA, mafuckin' USA, the US of A
+We're black and beautiful, black is powerful
+And we all here to stay
+Right here in the United States
+Mafuckin' USA, the US of A
+Look, we are all beautiful, all powerful
+All one human race
+[Verse 2]
+Big up to sistren and brethren around the globe
+To sleeping giants have awoken
+Life to us is like Play-Doh
+We just shape the shit how we want it
+Come graduate from that old school
+This is higher learning, we past that
+Take a leap of faith and just let go
+We waitin' for you in the aftermath
+Behind The Wizard's curtain
+This ain't Kansas for certain
+We live in living color
+Backstage at the Truman Show
+Everything not three dimensions
+There's so much more to be seen
+Open up your third eye or you gon' miss everything
+Then in the middle of all this
+I got people with larceny in they heart for me
+I must hold down the fortress
+Stay alive and stay out the penitentiary
+Better wisely choose your battles
+Try not to think so small
+It's a big psychedelic picture
+Better turn your hatred to love, maybe not though
+
+[Chorus]
+350s, nine millis, extendo 47s
+They want us to all disarm, but we ain't givin' up our weapons (Fuck no)
+It's the USA, mafuckin' USA, the US of A
+We're black and beautiful, black is powerful
+And we all here to stay
+Right here in the United States
+Mafuckin' USA, the US of A
+Look, we are all beautiful, all powerful
+All one human race
+One love...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Broken Rappers[Intro]
+Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+She said she don't like that old shit
+She wanna hear some new shit
+The game that these lames be runnin' so stupid
+Juvenile and foolish, she long for a change
+Yeah, that would be refreshin' for her brain
+Her ears are deaf to all the nonsense
+She wanna hear some progress
+It's too easy for her, you gotta make it complex
+Provoke her thoughts, take her to another level
+Engage her intelligence, make her feel special
+She a fan of rap music, she love the way I do it
+She said she missed me while I was gone
+These other dudes been droppin' fast food shit
+Microwave songs, it's time for somethin' different
+Somethin' prepared with love
+People say she too bougie, finicky, choosy
+But she a Pisces, indecisive when she do things
+She wanna make sure she make the right choice
+Well baby girl, you smart as hell if you can hear my voice
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yeah, lil homie said music ain't the same
+He said not the business, the artists are to blame
+He only listen to Eazy-E and Too $hort
+'Cause these new fools too flashy, too much floss
+Too much conceit, not enough consistence
+Too much beefin' instead of makin' hits
+They all take they fans for granted
+They unappreciative of they God-given talent
+He said he like the rappers better when they broke
+'Cause when they get that money
+They lose touch with the folks
+Back up in the hood that made him famous from the getty-up
+Forgot about the ghettio, that's why you keep gettin' stuck
+That's what the first joint is always so doubtin'
+Now they can't give away albums
+He only 14, but little shorty know his shit, he do his homework
+I value your point of view, kidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Power Rap (freestyle interlude)[Verse]
+Pile raps inside my skull cap like a brick stack, the kid is back
+I told y'all niggas ninety-eight lives that
+Yo, ninety-nine I piss on rap
+Two thousand where your pistols at?
+Thunn, we be the men in black fatigue
+Thirty-thousand dollar chains that swing
+Yo catch me in the street, poppin' that bullshit
+Catch a fat lift, holes all over your shit
+Bust guns like, nuts all over your bitch
+Yo you's a woman, tell me what the fuck you tryin' to do when
+You're growlin' all over the tape, you get chewed when
+I touch that shit, not only that on the concrete
+We splash more niggas than the wavepool did
+Check out my new shit, we blood spill, you still ice grill
+Mad cause your clique's shit is homo, the Mobb stay real
+You steady playin' the field
+Nigga you sideline rhyme, customers complain they can't feel
+You cooked up a half-ass meal
+It's time for me to catch burn on the wheels of steel
+My shit fills, the appetite of the populace
+We could do it via satellites just us
+And show the world how that ass get bust
+Ever since a little yuke, I had this lust
+To pick up the motherfuckin' pen and just rush
+Like morphine beats, through the wires of the EPS plus
+You get penalized, for tryin' to rock with the upmost
+Get branded, for bein weak the most, now be ghost
+The fuck outta here, with that bullshit you tryin' to share
+With the planet, you need to be shot rappin'
+I got sickle cell I feel the pain all year, what's happenin'
+Fake thugs wanna front like they contractin'
+Numbers on my head, thun please, I'm here waitin'
+You can't touch me, there's no fake love amongst me
+There's no fake niggas that's run with me
+Somebody gave y'all the wrong info, I ain't get kicko-ed
+You nympho, put me on to where you breathe at
+You 'sposed to taught that bitch much better than that
+I dwell, where the rest of my vets is at
+From Sumnerville to BX and back
+To the lab in the dungeons
+My house of reresentatives stay starvin', beats thumpin'
+We unholy, 'cause there ain't a part missin'
+My commission, sit at the table like the last supper, fuckerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Black Devil[Verse 1:Prodigy]
+Evil bastard
+Cut throat warmonger
+Backstabber, betray your own mother
+You double tongued, double talk cause you two face-ed
+You triple 6 with a hiss like satan
+No good snake you only speak lies
+Slime bucket scum of the universe
+Your eyes reveal that you have no soul
+And expose your true colors I see you
+From three million miles away
+That you's a sneaky motherfucker but you can't fool me
+You not my bro, you not my sis
+The devil doesn't have a skin color or a complexion
+So you not my brother you not my sister
+Your skin might be brown
+But I know that you down with about two billion demons
+Listen just stay the fuck away from me or get killed for treason
+Against The Most High
+You might got these other people scared of you
+But that shit don't fly
+Over here we laugh at you but it's not a joke
+Because people need to know about the black devil
+
+[Hook]
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+Yeah, the real outcast your time is up
+It's not the end of the world, it's the age of aquarius
+You's a deceiver
+You got the whole world confused in a daze like some rats in a maze
+You's a shape-shifter
+I don't care if you the pope, the president, or prime minister
+King queen, prince or princess
+You just fronting for the public and you fronting for the press
+But behind closed doors
+What really goes on is
+Ritualistic, cannibalistic, sadistic, masochistic
+Some real sick shit
+The most wicked there is that ever lived
+Under the sun the infamous day walker
+The movie Blade is just metaphorical
+Yes, the greatest trick that the devil ever pulled
+Is convincing the world that the devil don't exist
+People have no clue
+They looking for a red man with a pitchfork but that's just not true
+Some say that it's the white man
+But yo I'm here to let you know if you ain't know about the black devil
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3:Prodigy]
+Knowledge of equality of all people
+Even though physically we not all equal
+Erase the racism
+The only thing I see when I look at a person is good or evil
+But the 'black man is god'
+Yeah that shit sound good
+But that shit don't apply when you try and get a job
+This is real world music, reality rap
+We spent too many years on that fantasy crap
+It's time we deal with the facts
+And the fact is you ain't better than somebody because the color of your skin
+I did three years in prison
+And the white boys showed me more love than any of my so-called niggas
+So you can go and ? your doctrine
+The only thing that matters is you negative or positive
+And you can go to hell even where I'm sure you'll be fine with the rest of your kind
+People are so blind, so deaf, so dumb
+Which proves you want to battle with the war not done
+You might got these other people fooled
+But you can't fool we because we know that you a black devilEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Snakes[Verse 1]
+Bright gangsta, I'm a cool brotha
+Smart mothafucka, and I still shoot guns
+For the life of me, can't figure these people out
+I try to love them, but they pull the hatred out
+From inside of me, the lion was tryin' to sleep
+Yeah you fucked up now, you just woke up the beast
+Now it's skull and bones all over the turf
+I take the show on the road, that's all over the earth
+It's P, not Diddy and the Family
+I dry mop niggas up, it won't even be
+One drop of blood, no trace for the forensics
+I clean up nice when I take a devil head
+And Lord knows, I'm a godsend, I'm anti
+Satan and you Antichrist, it's all in the eyes, chico
+They the windows to the soul
+And I can see fake people with my eyes closed
+I done told you
+
+[Chorus]
+But y'all niggas still got the nerve
+To try to hustle a hustler, it don't work
+Cold blooded nigga, city of cold hearts
+It's no fear out here, we not scared of y'all
+But y'all niggas still got the nerve
+To try to hustle a hustler, it don't work
+Cold blooded nigga, city of cold hearts
+It's no fear out here, we not scared of y'all
+[Verse 2]
+Arabian sword cut the head off of snakes
+You 10 thousand years old, you need to have a seat
+And let the young Gs rise up and take power
+We tryin' heal the world, you tryin' devour
+The earth and its resources, killin' babies
+Poison in the water and synthetic seeds
+We a new breed of kids, we on some shit
+We don't believe your books, we got our own connection
+With the universal life force, they pass laws
+But the law of the land is not maritime law
+I'm talkin' etymology, see what I'm tryna say
+We not really free, we just are new slaves
+Yeah, we still slaves, we still slaves
+They took the chain off our wrists and put it on our brains
+I'll take this gun off my hip and put it to your braids
+You try to stop me from bein' great, it won't happen
+
+[Chorus]
+But y'all niggas still got the nerve
+To try to hustle a hustler, it don't work
+Cold blooded nigga, city of cold hearts
+It's no fear out here, we not scared of y'all
+But y'all niggas still got the nerve
+To try to hustle a hustler, it don't work
+Cold blooded nigga, city of cold hearts
+It's no fear out here, we not scared of y'allEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+H.N.I.C[Verse 1]
+Yo, it gets no better than this
+It's the hottest shit on the street
+It move units like Shania Twain on a Mobb beat
+The solar system stand still
+Gods listen when I speak the world pay attention it's
+Capital P, niggas rather hang up
+Ya niggas know my handle, talkin' like a straight thug
+Dunn, I catch you while you shoppin' for kicks
+Suprise bitch, shoot outs is spontaneous and, oh
+From now on, call me Columbo
+'Cause I come through wrinkled up, think I give a fuck?
+Look at my chain, look at my anklet
+But are you listenin' to the words man? My shit bang kid
+Nigga I run this shit, I set the trend, you get the dick
+That's basically it
+These rap niggas think I'm talkin' bout them, nigga please
+You ain't in my league, jus' follow my lead
+
+[Hook]
+I be the H.N.I.C
+The head nigga in charge
+The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
+The M.O.B.B., the status - we large
+The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
+The H.N.I.C
+The Head Nigga in Charge
+The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
+The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
+The M.O.B.B., the status - we large
+[Verse 2]
+I'm all over, me and my dogs enjoy this
+We pop bottles, celebrate your death, blow a kiss
+At your widow bitch, wish pain on your kids
+Piss on your casket, kick ya tombstone and shit, dog
+And I ain't even that foul type a dude
+But all's fair in love and war it's whatcha hand called for
+Now ya mans wanna ride for your cause
+But fuck it, they could get it too, simple as you
+And I be God-damned if they put they hands on me
+Money brings power and puts guns in parties
+Sends niggas on Amtrak with those for your body
+It pays for thirty plane tickets if we got beef, huh
+Hardly, you all know what that is
+I grew up in the hoods and the projects wit dope fiends and crack heads
+Teenage killers with Mack-10s
+Best friends cut each other's throat and twist they own fan backwards
+Maybe that'd live now I'm on some rap shit
+Album sold out keeps me far from the big house
+The hand guns from that bigger house
+'Cause ain't nobody cuttin for me to enforce to hold it down like
+
+[Hook]
+The H.N.I.C
+The Head Nigga in Charge
+The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
+The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
+The MOBB, the status - we large
+The H.N.I.C
+The Head Nigga in Charge
+The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
+The MOBB, the status - we large
+The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pretty Thug[Intro: 2Pac]
+You gotta snatch some cowards and let them motherfuckers know you're gonna take them out, any time you feel like it!
+
+[Verse 1]
+I need a gangsta bitch
+Give me a gangsta bitch
+I wanna gangsta do it with my gangsta bitch
+Give me a gangsta bitch
+
+She G'd up, tell that bitch to call me
+She like it rough I fuck that bitch the long way
+All night, now I'm on her my all day
+She mines now, for ever and for always
+Lame niggas, they belong with them lame hoes
+Punk bitches, they belong with them punk dudes
+Get yourself a bird, I got me a lioness
+Pretty thug love, on that Clyde & Bonnie shit
+
+[Hook]
+Pretty thug, my bitch a pretty thug
+Pretty thug, my bitch a pretty thug
+Pretty thug, bitch I'm a pretty thug
+(Repeat x2)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Flyboy, me a rudeboy
+Me a gunman, me a shoot boy
+For mi rude gyal
+Me a do a thousand years in the dungeon
+I don't fuck around when it come to her
+And she don't play when it come to me
+Our love from the stars above
+We infamous, this destiny
+Bet it never be another two like
+Me and baby the Clarence and Alabama type
+If we die, we be in love on the other side
+I be the bitch, she be the nigga in another life
+God put us together, only God can stop us
+We cut our palms, hold hands, now we blood partners
+Sacrificial love, bitch I give my heart to you
+Love me to pieces, I give every part to you
+Handsome, gangster, look my face you got a dime
+Gorgeous thug, just look her face and pretty eyes
+Our little baby boy or girl gon' be trouble
+And when we gone, they gon know their parents was some...
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+You can never bag my bitch homie
+I know that she loyal to me
+She know that you not that nigga you claim to be, c'mon stop it whoadie
+I get the baddest women, you only pulling skanks
+I spit that real life to 'em, you niggas spitting game
+Say what I mean, mean what I say
+If I tell that bitch to come on
+That bitch best move without haste
+Yeah she gangbang, she crazy
+My gangstress, my lady
+Ask what set she claiming
+She gon' say that gang P
+
+[Bridge]
+Gangsta bitch, give me a gangsta bitch
+I wanna gangsta do it with my gangsta bitch
+Give me a gangsta bitch
+
+Gangsta bitch, I got a gangsta bitch
+Smoking gangsta ouuwie, with my gangsta bitch
+I got a gangsta bitch
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Can’t Complain[Intro: Prodigy, (Big Twins)]
+[telephone ringing]
+Hello... hello...
+(Yo what up, man)
+Who the fuck is this?
+(Who the fuck it sound like, man?)
+What the fuck you calling so early for, man. Fuck time is it man
+(It's like 3 o'clock, man, thought you was coming to get me, man!?!)
+Shit, my bad son
+(Please, man, come get me man, before I choke this bitch, man!
+Hurry up son, man it's like 90 man, let's get some hoes or something)
+Come on, Come on
+
+What up, dun
+Same ol' shit
+No doubt, ain't nothing new...
+Let's take a little spin, dun, word up
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+Yo... open my wings to a new day spread my lungs
+Get laced, jump in the whip, stash the guns
+Twist the key, shifted to D then flee
+Before anything, get the daily dose of choke
+We got the Benzo flooded with smoke on the float
+My eye's burnin' from the dope killin' my throat
+Lean my seat back and taste, lumbar support
+On the belt doin' 90 or more
+Debatin' on the latest rhyme wars
+Where units don't count
+But your rap pay add up to large amounts
+Get my thrills puttin' other nigga's skills to sleep
+Catch chills off a infamous beats
+Swing the trees doin' one-handed u'ees
+Blowin' on the ouwee cause we can't have the medicine canoein'
+There go the boys to the right, no days and nights like that
+Ay yo dunn, hold that down and turn it around
+Dirty as fuck, thugs drugs and guns, D's and fatigues
+T n T hopin' out of MPV's
+Surprise all fuck out of me
+Got rubber Glocks pointed at me
+Ay yo Twin, what the fuck
+[Verse 2: Twin Gambino]
+They had us layed out on the ground holdin' us down
+With gats to back of our heads was goin' down
+"It wasn't us that held up that bitch you got
+Where's the proof, man, let me speak to my attorney."
+I know the routine, don't try to throw me
+I been gettin' knocked since 12 and my moms tried to scold me
+But all that told me to get in more shit
+Ay yo P, (what up) you my co-d, we both get knocked
+What you did with that half'a tree? (right in my sock.)
+Yo, I hope these fuckin' dicks won't find the stash spot
+Dunn, you know how I get down
+Yo I'm ready to bounce
+Do the 100 yard-dash and tear ass
+If my other half was alive we woulda got killt
+'cause dunn woulda went for the guns and got ill
+Plus I got cracks on me, they found the cracks on me
+Looked at 'em, gave 'em back to me
+I could've swore they was takin' us in
+Then the lady in the car said, "that's not them."
+Picked us up, told me I could keep the drugs
+They didn't give a fuck, they was only lookin' for guns
+And you ain't gotta tell us twice
+We hopped in the car and slid off
+On our way uptown for more of that funk
+P lit the tree back up
+Got off the Triborough, hit the Henry Huds'
+"Fuck it, let's slide through the Ruckers."
+Roll the windows down cuz Infamous Mobb bumpers...
+[Verse 3: Prodigy]
+Skip To My Lou had the crowd jumpin'
+Took a walk through the park frontin'
+Didn't even have to hurt nuttin'
+Man I love it, ain't nothin' like summer in New York
+Hear Infamous Thoughts, then the Dream Team music starts
+Damn, we young black entrepreneurs
+New York Pricks and Dicks can't stop our floss
+We like organized crime, the fuckin' Mobb
+I'm only twenty-six playin' wit' serious cards
+Dead serious cash, luxurious labs
+Learn to balance pain with fame, you can't complain
+
+[Chorus: Chinky]
+Just another day, livin' in the hood
+Just another day around the way
+Feelin' good today
+Oh no we can't complain
+Just another day livin' in New York
+Dealin' with the jakes and the snakes
+Feelin' good today
+We hit 'em up cuz we here to stayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Good Fight[Intro]
+Yeah yeah
+Uh huh, uh huh, yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+Grandmama taught me how to run my own business
+Granddad taught me how to write my own lyrics
+My pops taught me violence, my moms taught me peace and love
+That made a great balance, my positive and negative charge
+Will blow the gauge
+I'm off the meter, I'm a creature unlike anything you've seen
+Stop lyin', you ain't ever heard of nothin' like P
+Been jockin' my style since I was 15
+I'm groundbreakin', I should have my own genre
+You sound like every other rapper, you washed up
+The streets taught me how to spot fraudulence
+Like as soon as I see it I already peeped it
+You ain't low, muh'fucka, roaches I put the lights on
+You should be yourself more, get you more far
+The pragmatic life, get a grip on it
+Yeah, Fatima gave birth to a warrior
+
+[Chorus]
+And I'm fightin' the good fight
+Rather die swingin', everybody dies
+Man life too quick
+I need more time to live 'cause I ain't done yet
+I'm fightin' the good fight
+Rather die swingin', everybody dies
+Man life too quick
+We got a lot of things to do, we ain't done yet, no
+[Verse 2]
+Grandmama taught me how to lead
+Granddad taught me to produce my own beats
+Pops taught me to smile, my moms show me how to roll a joint
+Then she gave me Malcolm X to anoint me with Black pride
+That Black power of our ancestors
+Strike a nerve when I speak those words
+I've got Irish blood
+Put these bare knuckles on you, welcome to the Fight Club
+Shoot your gun 'cause you scared of me
+I'm not afraid of that
+Time to go, time to go and embrace the next
+Plane of existence, but I ain't finished
+I serve a higher purpose, don't become nervous
+Writers listen to my music and criticize me
+But they ain't have to survive the shit that I've been
+Subjected to, they on the outside
+Where it's safe to watch and look alive
+
+[Chorus]
+And I'm fightin' the good fight
+Rather die swingin', everybody dies
+Man life too quick
+I need more time to live 'cause I ain't done yet
+I'm fightin' the good fight
+Rather die swingin', everybody dies
+Man life too quick
+We got a lot of things to do, we ain't done yetEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hunger Pangs[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+I give thanks to the creator 'cause my life is blessed
+And wish all the haters nothing but the best
+This is Infamous 'till the name wear out
+Clock run out, sun burn out and all hell freezes over
+When Babylon fall , I'll be by the shoulder
+Of the Most High, laughing my balls off like good riddance
+Until then I'll be in the soup kitchen
+Cookin' up shit like this for poverty stricken
+Under privileged, brothers and sisters
+We're soldiers of the global resistance, forgive me
+For being late, I was goin' through some things
+I had to come of age and go through growing pains
+You don't realize what you got 'till it's gone
+I had to lose it all to see what I was doing wrong
+I was stripped bare down to my soul and burnt out
+Then rose like a Phoenix through the fire
+These people get fat while we starve and go through hell
+Nobody looking for no hand out, we offer our skills
+In return for a little scraps
+And on the glass, I seen you laugh when I turned my back
+They say revenge is a sweet dish best served cold
+But fuck that I need mine fresh off the stove
+Yeah it's best served cold, but fuck that I need mine fresh
+
+[Chorus: Prodigy & sample]
+My, my stomach touching my spine
+My, my belly aches, my, my headaches
+Make me start showing my fangs
+Hunger pangs, hunger pangs
+Waiting for the sun to awake
+And bring me a better day
+Make me start showing my fangs
+Hunger pangs, hunger pangs
+[Verse 2: Ca$h Bilz]
+In a world full of hatred, insanity and vanity
+We all forget the basics, destroying what is sacred
+Often lose patience for instant gratifications
+Whether tail that you're chasing or the numbers like the Matrix
+Well this is cash bills unplugged
+The flow's medicated, those with their brain on drugs
+Heavily sedated, sleep walking through it all
+With plans to run the city, I'm just out here for a jog
+And I'm about to walk it off, cause I ain't racing y'all lames
+Ringing bells, long as I jingle like small change
+And keep the small thing right in the boot
+Was in the club, some niggas wanted my loot
+I'm outside
+I feel incredible, Miss Angelou poetical
+Giving all my caged birds a better view
+A better me, a better you
+My nigga Mills be home in a few
+They gave him 10, he got two more to do
+I'm still (waitin' for)
+Brothers dyin', mother's cryin'
+Police wyldin', they actin' like tyrants
+We hear the sirens, get in the crib
+Man they still tryna change where I live
+I'm waitin' for it
+[Chorus: Prodigy]
+My, my stomach touching my spine
+My, my belly aches, my, my headaches
+Make me start showing my fangs
+Hunger pangs, hunger pangs
+Waiting for the sun to awake
+And bring me a better day
+Make me start showing my fangs
+Hunger Pangs, hunger pangs
+I'm waiting for you...
+
+[Outro: sample]
+Waiting for the sun to awake
+And bring me a better dayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+ThreeFor my G-pack niggas
+Right, right
+Shooting at cops nigga what
+For my G-pack niggas
+Fuck the police
+N.Y.P.D. - New York Pricks and Dicks
+They can't stop our floss
+Straight up (for you crackheaded bitches)
+For my A.M. niggas (for you crackheaded bitches)
+My Ante Meridian niggas; what up dunn?
+Liqour store closed
+Hit the bootlegger, let's hit the bootlegger
+Straight up, yo
+
+[Prodigy]
+Yo dunn, we got guns in the grass, it's three at night
+I'm about to take the last swallow of the Eases Jesus
+Who got fifty on the next tree, we gotta stop at the store
+We need D batteries for the theme music
+Snatch the biscuits from out the lawn
+Fuck a cab, lets take cracked-out Yolanda's Saab
+We gave that bitch two wibbles
+And skated off with her vehicle for that pillow
+All outside the borough, dunn what happened to Queens
+Like Sutphin and 1-2-1, Farmers and 116th
+The got us on the B-Q-E, just to get a taste of that greenery
+We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya
+Pina Colada champales mixed with Dainy
+That's St. Ide's in dunn lingo
+Spillin it on the floor for our dead people
+While I spark the sequel shit; my niggas got lungs
+When we smoke, that shit only go around once
+Dogs, we just killin time
+Somebody just got they shit twisted on the block fuckin up the grind
+So, 'til it pipe down
+We just going at these sluts - bitch, we wanna fuck right now
+{*overlapped my Cormega's first line*}
+[Cormega]
+Son I'm on a bench high eatin chicken wings and french fries
+A crackhead fuck spent his last bucks on six dimes
+I'm one gram from big time, a spliff away from overdosin
+My heart is broken, my man started smokin again
+P, I heard the tunnel open again
+I spoke to Flex he said he's gonna let both of us in
+Its time to load up the autos and semis
+I wish my nigga Spank was in a physical form of life
+I got my uptown nikes thugged out and icy
+Mad deep, jumpin out the Cocaine white Jeep
+Through was strugglin, so I resume hustlin
+Rap game or crack game my crew is still bubblin
+Yo, three in the morning and the D's on the corna still
+Seems we were born to kill, yo P meet me on the hill
+So we can jet through Queens in SUV's
+Show these motherfuckers how we rep this thang, ya know?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Intro(I want help, I do, I want help)
+This is about psychological warfare
+A specific type of warfare
+Designed to distract, misinform, and anesthetize the brain
+We must remain vigilant at all times
+And be alert to their insidious attack on the mind
+For they have come before
+And they will come againEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Veteran’s Memorial[Verse 1]
+Memories play back like film
+I flash back we was little niggas living most real
+1989's when we first met
+We first clicked over convo gettin twisted
+In dun gram earth crib cutting outta school
+Watching cable it seemed like the over day
+Through the eyes of a stranger we was kids
+But in our own minds we was grown mens
+Outside on the block we would play the bench
+And y'all play the rock every chance y'all got
+As I sat back and just watched
+Hey, what can I say?
+The same back then as I am today
+I can recall me, Jamil and Jamal
+In the room drinking straight vodka with they moms
+When I walk home with the big nefertiti charm
+Back with the light blue camoflauge suit god
+Me and Hav' doing it hard trying to get on
+We sample songs on the box with record and pause
+Killa B didn't even get his first firearm
+And I was still holding one shot derringers
+
+[Chorus]
+Who would think anyone of us would cease to exist
+Left with just thoughts of the past to reminisce
+Sometimes I see a chick walking past with ya kids
+Or find an old flicka of some 1-2-fifth
+All the shit that we been through it boils to this?
+Dun, I wish we could start it all over again
+[Verse 2]
+95 we on top touring the states
+A lotta times we even took the click overseas
+Came along way from the hallway
+Sitting in the staircase with bacardi
+Bring the honeycomb speaker outside to bang
+While we would share drinks with the other that came
+Triple L stayed taking they cash in dice games
+Killa Black grew to keep an ice grill, dun was not playin'
+Yammy, the most infamous told me one day
+'Put the bogies down 'fore I pound you out P'
+But it was all love, we was each others duns
+We held each other down, borrowed each other guns
+Its hard to believe that niggas so strong
+Could die so easily forever be gone
+I could still feel the wet of your palm against mine
+Cause we did our hand shake all the time
+Why it have to be your time to go and not mines?
+Spilled tears contemplating to my delf cryin'
+All the laughs we shared and fights we had
+All the nights we would get nice, damn
+Plates of food we split in half
+I dedicate the rest of my life to all my niggas that passed
+
+[Chorus]
+Who would think anyone of us would cease to exist
+Left with just thoughts of the past to reminisce
+Sometimes I see a chick walking past with ya kids
+Or find an old flicka of some 1-2-fifth
+All the shit that we been through it boils to this?
+Dun, I wish we could start it all over again
+[Outro]
+What's the fuckin' deal, motherfuckin' Scarface nigga, killer for Bean, Fugi, Gooey, I can't take no more nigga, Corey, Black Ed, the fuck, knahmsayin'? I'll Will burnin'
+Harry, fuck yo, I can't take no more man
+Frankie, Spank, whattup man? Straight up
+My grandmoms man, my granddad man
+Grandma Brooks, straight up my pops man
+Straight up man, that's it
+All my dead, all my dead
+Man, the little babies man, no more man
+Abortion babies man, I can't take no more man
+I'll never forget you, all my dead it's all love man
+Motherfuckin' Yambo, in a minute, we'll be there
+Motherfuckin' Yammy, straight up, I can't wait
+You was my strength nigga, I miss y'all
+I can't believe you gone nigga
+(You was supposed to be right here)
+What the fuck happened?
+Ain't nobody else goin' away man
+You ain't takin' nuttin' else from me man
+Nobody can't take nuttin' else from me man, that's it
+I dare you! Come try, it's over man
+You can't take nuttin' else from us yo
+That's my word, I put my life on it I'll be next nigga, straight up
+I'll stand up for that
+'Cause ain't none of my niggas goin', that's enough
+We had enough
+It's the Veteran's Memorial right here man
+Straight up, man
+We love y'all, one loveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+What U Rep[Intro: Prodigy, (Noreaga)]
+Wha, what the fuck yo? Fuck yo?
+Is it real? Really?
+Teach y'all niggas how to rap yo
+Show y'all niggas how to expose a sound
+(Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?)
+Fuckin dickblower... (thug like what?)
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be
+P put it back where it's supposed to be
+Supposedly, niggas comin close to me
+Trash rap niggas can't fuck with the...
+Exulted, affluent life style I kick
+Calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit
+Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)
+It's only natural for my dunns to hurt something
+Cop a squat though, you might learn something
+We givin' out back braces and arm slings
+Reality rap, the only song I sing
+Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing
+Live in the flesh, my niggas fresh out the pen
+(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing
+(Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)
+You could catch me and the clique, in the spot everyday
+Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay
+Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way
+Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)
+Aiyyo Nas - fuck that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)
+Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)
+I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play
+Ese, I like it when it get that way
+[Chorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)]
+So what you rep dunn?
+(Iraq, where niggas burst guns
+And everybody on the block pump junk
+So what you rep dunn?)
+Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses
+Where niggas stand out all night, and make thousands
+What you rep?
+(Iraq, where niggas get buried
+And we fight dirty, and stay hungry
+So what you rep dunn?)
+Q.B., we like to blow faces
+And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages
+
+[Verse 2: Noreaga]
+Aiyyo, yo
+Stick it to you, black magic like voodoo
+They can't fuck with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo
+(You niggas stink like shit)
+I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes
+Niggas ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes
+Climbin' down terraces, and the fire escapes
+Yo we move money, money move me
+Yo I'm usually, livin' it up (livin' it up nigga what?)
+Gettin my dick sucked
+Bone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what
+[Verse 3: Prodigy]
+Now gun talk, do you speak the same language?
+For your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo
+My shit spit like a retard, and plus boss
+I drool for the day me and you could face-off
+It gets gangster, when my clique step in the room
+We blow torches, and celebrate good fortune
+This is for my dunns who rest in coffins
+I wish y'all was, wish y'all was here
+
+[Chorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)]
+So what you rep dunn?
+(Iraq, where niggas burst guns
+And everybody on the block pump junk
+So what you rep dunn?)
+Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses
+Where niggas stand out all night, and make thousands
+What you rep?
+(Iraq, where niggas get buried
+And we fight dirty, and stay hungry
+So what you rep dunn?)
+Q.B., we like to blow faces
+And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages
+
+[Verse 4: Noreaga]
+Yo what the deally P? Iraq combine Q.B
+And you know we smash the industry, negatively
+So fuck a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy
+Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit
+A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin' dirt at ya clique
+Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags
+We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs
+Cause where we from, muh'fucker yo the game don't stops
+Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox
+Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades
+It definitely get real, on stage
+I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggas
+They're sellin' records yo, actin like they clap niggas
+Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G
+While them cats small change like a E.S.3
+Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be
+Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries
+Coastin', always hit 'em with the thug potion
+Look at you now, now you just full emotion
+Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type
+Queens niggas like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight
+While y'all niggas wear Pampers like the cradle type
+Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light
+[Chorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)]
+So what you rep dunn?
+(Iraq, where niggas burst guns
+And everybody on the block pump junk
+So what you rep dunn?)
+Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses
+Where niggas stand out all night, and make thousands
+What you rep?
+(Iraq, where niggas get buried
+And we fight dirty, and stay hungry
+So what you rep dunn?)
+Q.B., we like to blow faces
+And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cagesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Mic-rocosm[Intro]
+I understand that time is runnin' out
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yeah, that last hourglass ain't drop
+Too late for a teardrop
+Should've made that thing pop
+Should've been more aware or not
+W-A-R, nigga it's all theatrics and one great, big drama
+Whole universe in the audience
+Now think about how really small we are
+We like blood cells movin' through the veins of a heart
+Inside Mother Earth body, and damn she thick
+You ever think about that on weed? It's a trip
+Meanwhile, back on a higher plane
+Where real life is takin' place
+We stay away from the lames
+We don't let the bullshit drain us
+Stay away from them basics
+All love, no hatred
+But we don't tolerate fools
+Please try your call later
+Goodbye, God controls when I die
+I'ma meet God halfway and I'ma extend my life
+Case in point tryna kill me, I'm tryna kill you too
+Overcome and survive, 'cause that's what niggas do
+[Bridge]
+I'ma buy a Benz 'cause that's what niggas do
+You understand me?
+I'ma smoke weed 'cause that's what niggas do
+I'ma pack a gat 'cause that's what niggas do
+You understand me?
+I'ma get drunk 'cause that's what niggas do
+
+[Verse 2]
+It's evident I'm that nigga
+And I will never not be that nigga
+My confidence is never shot
+It doesn't go away, it's on me like some body armor
+Look into my eyes, I ain't playin' with you muh'fuckas
+Burn somethin' with your boy, let me play you these joints
+I been workin' all year, let me ball your ears
+Come check a nigga out, you know I won't let you down
+This that number one murder sound
+1 by 1, I knocks 'em out
+And give less fucks than Danny Brown
+Fly ass nigga, I'm a muh'fuckin' mack
+I'm way too strong, better step on that
+
+[Outro]
+What rap artists ain't ready for is a real person
+You know what I wanna say, a real n-i-g-g-a
+I'ma act very black, you know what I'm sayin'?
+And if niggas wanna be down
+Shit, it can be an all nigga thing, but if niggas don't
+Shit, I'll be by my motherfuckin' selfEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Young Veterans(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
+Rap is 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 know the deal
+My dudes give out the wounds that never heal
+On the real, all these lame niggas know the deal
+My dudes give out the wounds that never heal
+
+(Chorus) Prodigy X2
+
+[Prodigy]
+Don't be mad at me, be made at cha'self
+For being so garbage you need to be kilt
+For putting out bullshit like it's all a joke
+Cause you're from the hood don't mean your shit is dope
+Just cause you got bodies don't mean you're going gold
+Like just because you black don't mean you got soul
+Niggas coming home from doing wild time
+Talkin bout P - "Yo P I could rhyme"
+50 Cent did it; I could do the shit too
+But you not 50, he a individual
+And you not H and you definitely not P
+What 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)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+As If[Intro]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah
+It's how we tell 'em man
+I be like, listen...
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm not interested in all that
+No thank you, I pass
+Please skip me for the next person
+I do appreciate that
+So kind of you to offer
+But no, really, I'm cool
+I try to stay away from the things
+That everybody else do
+I've got my own thing happenin'
+It's workin' out great for me
+I'm healthy, I'm happy
+I'm successful, and good money, uh
+I hope that works out for you
+Don't let my good heart fool you, I'll spaz out on you
+I'm growin' up, this is dope
+You should see this, get a seat
+Yeah front row of the P show
+Where you can all watch me
+If y'all niggas only knew
+How dumb y'all niggas look
+How stupid y'all niggas sound
+It's embarrassing, no good
+How could you be so foolish?
+This P, nigga, it's P
+Yeah that says a lot about you
+For you to ever doubt me
+You a bird, you comical
+But I keep that to myself
+Try not to be disrespectful
+But you pushin' me to get ill
+[Hook]
+If you knew better, you would do better
+Get it together or lose forever
+Your things don't impress me
+Give a fuck about that whatever
+You're not sayin' nothin' new, nigga
+I said that already
+Niggas plagiarizin' my rap
+As if they trend settin', please
+
+[Verse 2]
+I had to learn to keep my opinions under my hat
+These rappers are trash, but ain't nothin' we can do about that
+Just let their garbage ass live, God loves them too
+Ain't that what they say? The Lord protect babies and fools
+But when a fool try to play me
+Wet him up, then I'm Swayze
+Can't ever be this outstanding
+Bitch, my song is amazing
+Your shit sound like every other song that's playin' on the station
+And your outfit looks silly
+And your jewelry is all basic
+Slumdog Millionaire watch
+Yeah with all that fake shit
+Only thing you can pull is a stripper or a waitress
+With that credit card fraud bullshit
+Try to talk down on me
+Your favorite rapper a fraud
+But I'ma just sip this tea
+With a little E&J spike
+[Hook]
+Get it together or lose forever
+Your things don't impress me
+Give a fuck about that whatever
+You're not sayin' nothin' new, nigga
+I said that already
+Niggas plagiarizin' my rap
+As if they trend settin'
+If you knew better, you would do better
+Get it together or lose forever
+Your things don't impress me
+Give a fuck about that whatever
+You're not sayin' nothin' new, nigga
+I said that already
+Niggas plagiarizin' my rap
+As if they trend settin', pleaseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stronger[Chorus: Nina Simone & Prodigy]
+Strong enough to take the pain (Uh-huh)
+Inflicted again (And again and again and again) and again
+What do they call me? (Know my name, bitch)
+My name is Str-Strong (Uh-huh)
+Strong (Yeah, ayo)
+
+[Verse 1]
+The moonlight shines on the New York skyline
+Midtown is lit up, the city is mine
+As I drive across Queensbridge, I see it clearly
+From my P.O.V. (What do they), this is fact not theory
+Yeah, that rapper got money
+But that rapper can't walk through this concrete jungle 'cause he doin' it wrong
+New York belongs to Don P
+You could have the rest of the world, I'm good (Strong) with these streets
+Skyscrapers and housin' buildings
+I know about London but I prefer Brooklyn
+I know about Marseilles but I prefer Queens
+And while you hire cops (What do they), I prefer my team
+I got a powerful army, it's no need for a gun
+You want hardcore rap? You fuckin with the right one
+This is maximum strength, there's no need for drugs
+You want reality rap, homie, you got the right one
+I'm
+[Chorus: Nina Simone & Prodigy]
+Strong enough to take the pain
+Inflicted again and again
+What do they call me?
+My name is Str-Strong, (You know what?) Strong
+
+[Verse 2]
+Maybe once every tangerine moon I'll be in the mood to paint the town red with your corpuscles
+And plasma, some violent art
+These thoughts in the corners (What do they) of my mind are dark
+But then the Times Square lights, they switch my whole attitude
+Reminds me of billions, that loot
+I must persist, I must pursue
+The rest of my success (Strong), I am not through
+They tried to put my run to an end
+But as sure as the point on the state buildin'
+I stand tall, wipe the dirt off my clothes when I fall down (What do they), I'm way too strong
+This is my town, my subways and sidewalks
+I done ran through these gutters like a tunnel rat, pah'
+Waist deep, inside of the shit
+In the midst of the action where people get hit, look
+
+[Chorus: Nina Simone]
+Strong enough to take the pain
+Inflicted again and again
+What do they call me?
+My name is Str-Strong, Strong
+[Prodigy]
+Yeah
+You ain't never been touched means you don't participate
+Within the fuckery, you stay comfortably distant, from pain infliction
+Meanwhile I'm (What do they) flirtin' with Death
+She put her lipstick on the collar of my shirt, next to my jugular
+I ain't tryin' to keep her, I just wanna fuck her
+When I pass through I'm too committed to life
+She a bitch but I love her refuse to (Strong) part from her
+I'm destiny's child, I survived it all
+The most high got a special plan just for me
+My table is set,with cake for days
+I'm a lil' bit late but (What do they) it's okay
+My future's so bright that I gotta wear shades
+I follow in the footsteps of LL Cool J
+50 and P. Diddy, my relentless drive
+To thrive and prosper, made (Strong) me
+
+[Chorus: Nina Simone]
+Strong enough to take the pain
+Inflicted again, and again
+What do they call me?
+My name, is Str-Strong, Strong
+What do they
+StrongEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Trials of Love[Prodigy]
+Yo..
+Come here darlin, have a seat, we need to speak
+Look straight in my eyes, tell me what you see?
+Is it that same nigga that you fell for from the door
+Ain't I that same nigga we was both on the train goin hard
+And then your shit surfaced
+Takin the phone in the bathroom, whisperin wit your girlfriends
+Try to play me on some jerk shit
+Numbers underneath the sole of your lady Timb's
+... oohh shit!!
+
+[B.K.]
+Kid, I kept it tight for you
+Turned nigga's down, didn't go out all them nights for you
+And I ain't even that type'a bitch
+I heard about Jones Beach and Luke's Freak Fest
+Nevertheless I still put my faith in you
+You was my dog, so I stayed faithful
+But I'll be god damned if I be some nigga dumb bitch
+It's fucked up it gotta go down like this...
+
+(Chorus:)
+[P] Yo, have you ever had a bitch that'll pop guns for you?
+[B] Type of nigga you'll do anything he ask to?
+[P] Snake bitch turn around and backstab you?
+[B] Crab nigga found out he fucked around too?
+[P] Threw her cash, threw in the smash, that's boo
+[P] Rockin your 4 wheel drive and tattoo
+[B] Talk sweet thinkin that he rockin you to sleep?
+[B] Who me? Fall for that bullshit, you got it twist
+[Prodigy]
+You was once my bunny, now you want to act funny
+I'm that same nigga from the first day who dress bummy
+Same grimy style nigga, I'm still hungry
+I never lost my thirst for takin that money
+I never lost my lust for chicks lovely
+You met me on those terms, so that's how I'm runnin
+I still walk up in the crib 5 in the mornin
+... and still count my cash before I crash
+What you thought, you had a dunny? I ain't the one honey
+You skim 20's out of my stacks of Benny's
+You done found yourself a street life love, to death do us
+Remember that shit, now everything's ass-backwards
+We was more like Mickie and Mallory
+You fouled out on me; found another man math in your Bally bag, damn!
+I wish you luck though, you sneaky bum ho
+Catch you on the corner while I pass in my truck though
+
+[B.K.]
+Yeah aight
+First of all Fuck You, and everything you own nigga
+You got a lotta nerve, nigga
+I should throw a brick thrrough your shit, fuck your whips
+It ain't about that, it's about you givin out my dick
+Or so it seems, I can only call it how I see it
+Got hoes callin the crib, hangin up not speakin
+Come on, what type of shit is that?
+What, I'm sposed to sit back, stay up all night for you to get back?
+Like the world revolves around P
+So while you strolled in at 5 I was comin in at 3, 3:30
+Niggas wanna play dirty
+Fuck it, that's how you wanna rock? let's get dirty
+Yeah, condom wrappers in the back of the Azure
+Talkin' bout you let your mans get off, your G ain't strong
+I'm gone, you ain't worth the tears
+You lost the best thing you ever had in your life, a waste of my years
+(Chorus)
+
+[BREAKDOWN]
+I might give out, but I'll neeeeeeeeever give iiinn..
+We might as well, be friends, yes we have...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Veteran’s Memorial Pt. 2[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 wouldn't expect it
+High shot 'em in his head, shit Killa ran home
+Took some advil and pulled the 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
+Would please come back, I need ya help
+And everybody that got somebody deceased
+I know you feel the same
+Their 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 a struggle, everyday it rain
+Even when the sun's shining, they say that's when God crying
+Dark clouds hanging over my head
+May 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 up 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 jux
+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 Rover 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-i-num
+Stay on your toes cause we toe-tagging 'em
+(Chorus) Prodigy X2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+New BalanceTo survive... ...can be broken down into two basic functions for any organism to survive. You have to be able to grow, maintain yourself, take care of your biology. But you also must be able to protect yourself, so that if you're just growing and you can't protect yourself, you'll become food for something elseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Rock Dat Shit[Prodigy]
+Yo, what you doin right now?... Fuck Man...
+Niggas don't know what pain is man...
+I got 200 needle pokes in my arm nigga...
+
+Who be the source of this rap shit, us the bosses
+PuertoRock style, 20 shanks talk shit
+I rock bandanas like a gang member
+But I'm an Infamous representative don't get it fucked up
+I need more guns like I need more funds
+Like I need more businesses for my dunns
+Like I need more vehicles to make more runs
+Send a rep to your doorstep hand on that arms
+Sick a dog on your most valuable dun, it's war
+You talk most, we splish splash the most, wet your clothes
+It's fucked up, your uniform got all soaked
+Pop niggas like a fish fry, take me for jokes
+Silence that bitch, I put one in your throat
+Don't provoke my niggas'll jump you might croak
+And this little ass nigga, funny style nigga
+You must got to much alcohol in your system
+We bloody sport niggas that love to pick victim
+Don't be a stat, you should stand back when my Infamous clique come
+After I fucks I piss cum
+I spit the illest shit you ever heard of
+What's that outfit you rep, I never heard of
+Smash y'all niggas like insects you bugged
+The fuck out, like dust from Crazy Eddie
+Spaghetti headed mobb niggas rhyme deadly
+Rock Infamous sweatsuits and like my guns heavy
+You ain't ready for a street life nigga baby
+I'm too fowl, too grimey
+Too much Q.B. is inside me please rewind me
+I'm every blocks theme music, e'ry projects anthem
+Every guns handle it's on and clap two
+[Hook]
+Yo...
+They could never get enough of it
+Yo that's that shit, I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline
+Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
+Makes niggas wanna thug it
+They could never get enough of it
+Yo that's my shit, I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline
+Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
+Makes niggas wanna thug it
+
+[Prodigy]
+To top it off, I'm a pretty gangsta, fly thug
+All of my dunns concieted; there ain't a chick more dime than me
+I let a ho know quickly sit bitch
+Let me put you on the hottest shit be
+I be the H.N.I.C of the whole shit
+Never let a ho get more than I wanna give
+She be lucky if she get a pull of the dope
+Only if she givin head to the whole clique
+Aiyyo, I'm just kiddin, but yo I'm not playin
+My wolves walk around the whole club schemin
+Searching for a cutie that like to drink semen
+Bring her to the mini mansion, told me she wanna be a bunny
+Said she like the way I talk dirty
+I told her she had potential talk to Chinkey
+P the type of vulture to fly a girl wit me
+Outta state send her back to you on some freak shit
+How you stink, make you wanna bust your gun
+Mad cuz you know a iller nigga fucking your hun
+Handle it, what more can I say
+Put her on a chain, my dunns too beautiful for her to stay away
+[Hook]
+They could never get enough of it
+Yo that's that shit, I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline
+Yo Rock that shit, that real life shit
+Makes niggas wanna thug
+
+They could never get enough of it
+Yo that's my shit, I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline
+Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
+Makes niggas wanna thug it
+
+They could never get enough of it
+Yo that's that shit, I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline
+Yo Rock that shit, that real life shit
+Makes niggas wanna thug
+
+They could never get enough of it
+Yo that's my shit, I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline
+Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
+Makes niggas wanna thug itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Mr. PresidentWhen carrying out attacks on other nations, destroying their infrastructure and deforming their future generations, the imperialist needs to rewrite history and keep repeating it over and over until it becomes true
+President Truman: Young lady with the red hair right behind the schoolteacher there
+Student: Mr. President, why did you drop the atom bomb?
+President Truman: I made the only decision I ever knew how to make. I did what I thought was rightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The Life(Prodigy talking)
+Yeah
+Hey, hey, hey, hey
+It's like this nigga, yeah
+
+[Prodigy]
+Aiight before I get started spark up the Laureltons
+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 the 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 cease
+The money keep coming
+The paper increases
+The gun fire don't end
+The people stay dying
+So I'mma keep living the life
+You damn right
+[Prodigy]
+Murda, murda, the murder
+Killa, killa, the killer
+From Queens goddammit
+I'mma 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 X2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Diamond{*whispered in the background: "diamond, diamond.."*}
+
+[Bars & Hooks]
+We ain't goin platinum (nope) we ain't goin gold
+We goin diamond - ten million sold
+We break records (records) and move units, that's how we do it
+(Do it do it) Makin millions and billions from movies and music
+World tourin, shows, performin
+The deals, the budgets, accounts, enormous
+We got it (got it) you frontin, you need it, you want it
+The Mobb, and Bars, and Hooks, we comin
+Delorean, and Mr. Bars, how about that?
+We some Queensbridge niggas that ain't all about rap
+We own streets, run websites, log on
+To the one and only, InfamousStores.com
+We load up the tour buses, to get these checks
+We independent, we don't need your respect
+We +Infamous Minded+, you've been blinded
+It's Bars & Hooks nigga, we.. goin.. diamond!
+
+[Hook: Prodigy]
+Yeah, what more do y'all want from us?
+We spill our hearts out and it still ain't enough
+Years we got crumbs, doin the supplyin
+We independent now - we.. goin.. diamond!
+Yeah, what more could you ask for?
+We the team, we deserve everything and more
+All the blood and sweat for our dead we stopped cryin
+Swallowed it, survived it - we.. goin.. diamond!
+[Prodigy]
+You might catch me steppin out the Lamborghini
+With ashy legs, my chain swingin
+I grab my piece, so that shit won't damage the paint
+Chest naked holdin a drink
+We got these hoes by the brain, we black rap moguls
+We the most poppin, we the illest niggas rhymin
+Let's go team for team, you don't want that
+We make niggas quit rap, we so violent
+The only thing that calm us down is more dollars
+We need NBA cash, the yachts, the labs
+The Porsche, Ferrari, the Hummer, you mad?
+AK-90, the sigs, the macs
+Grenades, silencers, sterlings that blast
+To Linden, the sweeper to murder yo' ass
+You doubted my niggas (WORD) now we up
+Yeah, you musta been wildin - we.. goin.. diamond!
+
+[Hook: 2nd half + 1st half reversed]
+
+[Bars & Hooks]
+We gon' kill 'em with this here, and ship ten million
+This year, look on the charts it's there
+At the number one spot, locked of course
+By these ghetto street pharmacist entrepeneurs
+Who woulda thought? The car I always wanted get bought
+Sittin on ten times twos, rollin by you
+It gets bigger, I remember bein broke
+So the plan now is to get richer
+Ain't gon' be no scufflin my nigga, I ain't gon' fight ya
+I'mma pay the piper to snipe ya, it's real like that
+Goin diamond make you feel like that
+Cause I done been through the bullshit, dealt with the bullshit
+Now I'm lampin, mansion, and a few whips
+Ain't nothin but a thug thing, this the club theme
+Bars & Hooks to H.N.I.C. we climbin
+Finally we shinin - we.. goin.. diamond!
+[Hook]
+
+Fuck y'all niggas man
+We goin diamond.. we goin diamond..
+Knahmsayin? Move these units.. do these shows..
+And hold this money.. hold the cash
+We goin diamond.. goin diamond..
+We goin diamond.. diamond diamond diamond
+We goin diamond.. we goin diamond..
+We goin diamond, we goin diamoind..
+We.. goin.. diamond!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My World Is Empty Without You(Intro)
+My mind and soul
+Have felt like this
+Since love between us
+No more exist
+
+(Verse 1)
+This my song to the most high, who created all life on earth
+Like the birds that fly, the sweet air we breathe
+All plants and trees, the sun, and every planet in the galaxy
+Yo, they feeding us bullshit with all these books
+We didn't ask to be here we got took
+Enslaved, and killed, we was raped and hung
+We was lied to, and forced to build America
+Robbed of our technology, and knowledge of self
+The Black man, is the original man of this earth
+We can live under the sun, it give us strength
+The White man gets sun burn, and cancer of the skin
+I got a lot of white friends, I'm not a racist
+I acknowledge the most high, I'm not an atheist
+I just tell see through the bullshit, and speak my mind
+They terrified of my words, so they censor my rhymes
+Good lord, I'm crying out to you
+Have mercy on the slave masters souls that did us dirty
+They don't give a fuck about they own poor white trash
+Just imagine how they feel about my black ass
+Fuck Christopher Columbus, the Indians was here first
+And fuck the Vatican, the pyramids is older
+Shot off the nose and lips of our statues
+Mad it was black faces, staring 'Back at you'
+We even built pyramids on Mars, they won't tell us about that
+Cause then we'd realize who we are
+When I wrote 'Pearly Gates', they said I hated God
+So I wrote this song the creator, the all
+(Hook)
+My world is empty without you baby (without you)
+My world is empty without you baby (without you)
+My world is empty without you baby (without you)
+My world is empty without you baby (without you)
+
+(Verse 2)
+This my song for the Almighty, the first and the last
+Your bloodline is alive and healthy
+These people don't scare us
+They call us niggers so much, we wear it
+It's like a reminder don't forget it
+It's no forgiving, the evils that got the whole world possessed
+Under the spell, of the mighty green dollar bill
+Got us running 'round shooting people up, beating people up
+Sticking people up, selling people drugs
+Genocide, suicide, homicide, murder
+These are the things that we see being brought up
+In cartoons, movies, and history books
+We go outside, and it's the real Gunsmoke
+Lil' niggas in the hood got car bomb burners, fifty-two shot banana clips
+Lil' devil kids getting locked up for life, and do it on purpose
+We fearless, and numb to the pain and the hurting... Lord!
+
+(Hook)
+My world is empty without you baby (without you)
+My world is empty without you baby (without you)
+My world is empty without you baby (without you)
+My world is empty without you baby (without you)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Y.B.E.[Intro: Prodigy]
+.. much more than your ass
+So many years and tears, the blood and sweat that fell
+Now it speak for itself
+I be the same nigga.. (get rich nigga)
+Uh-huh, get yours nigga, get yours nigga..
+We take yours nigga..
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+Yo, yo I can see it Dunn, yo let's be it Dunn
+And we can manifest all the cash we ever dreamed of
+It's the cream I love, for the team I shove
+All fakeness and everything else to far away from us
+Ain't no discussin for the plush life
+My niggas go hard and knock y'all down to survive
+In this jungle, wilderness, we was raised
+By the wolves and the scavengers, instincts like a animal
+But it toughened us, put a whole lot of thug in us
+And it paid off, cause can't none of y'all fuck with us
+Don't get it twist, I know, anyone can get touched
+But uhh - my style of Dunn is too quick to bust
+And too swift to just, talk in angles to
+Let me straighten that shit out for you, peep it
+I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, the best kept secret
+We killers, but chill Dunn (shhh) that's best kept secret
+Let's not jump off the topic, we talkin bout cash
+Fuckin with mines'll be, much more than your ass
+So many years and tears and blood and sweat that fell
+This dirt underneath my fingernails speak for itself
+I be the same if I had billions
+You couldn't understand my pain if you lived it
+Give me the riches, and all of my Dunns'll be drivin
+It's beautiful to see the click, live comfortable
+{*Chorus: Prodigy and B.G.*}
+[P] To the Young Black Entrepeneurs
+[B.G.] Get rich, get money, get paper, get paid
+Keep yourself laced, and get your ones
+Get your Dunns out the slums
+[P] To the Young Black Entrepeneurs
+[B.G.] Get dollars, get cash, straight up don't get fucked
+Get your bucks, and get big
+Stash your first millions and live off the interest
+[P] To the Young Black Entrepeneurs
+[P] To the Young Black Entrepeneurs
+
+[B.G.]
+When I hit the block, pistol on my side, bundle of dope in my socks
+Dime bags of powder, sack of twenty dollar rocks
+I'mma hustler, I was taught be bout green
+Therefore, I got to have it by all means
+I be thuggin, B.G. was raised that way
+Can't see me bein a ho, you'll get played that way
+If I'm broke, you got coke, unhands that yay
+Be a man, don't break it off, gotta blast that K
+Drama, I love that, I bring that shit
+Dick get hard off that shoot-em-up and bang bang shit
+I'm Mobb Deep, with this click that I'm with, believe that
+Disrespect us if you want, we bang for feedback
+Glock got a bad mouth, when it start it don't stop
+Black talons go straight through the heart and close shop
+I'mma guerilla, I run with jackers and gangsters
+Convicted felons, and believe we armed and dangerous
+It gets real, I'm prepared for whatever it come to
+Let me catch ya with your drawers down, I'mma down you
+Police will find you in a project dumpster
+Withcha dick cut off, stuffed in your mouth motherfucker
+I don't care, about you or no nigga that you fuck with
+Alla y'all can slip and get your head busted
+B.Geezy love this, gangsta shit nigga
+Whoever I beef with I creep and spank ya quick nigga
+{*Chorus*} 2XEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bless You (Bonus Track of Hegelian Dialectic)[Intro]
+Peace, what up dog?
+Yeah yeah yeah yeah
+You know what it is man
+Same shit ain't nothing changed
+Out here getting it
+Doing what I was supposed to be doing
+Mind on my business, you know what I'm saying?
+Gettin' my money what up with you everything that good? Aight
+Is that right?
+Y'all niggas better go handle that then
+Do what you gotta do man
+Handle your things boy
+
+[Verse 1]
+May the good Lord bless you
+With anything you hope or wish for bless you
+May you live a long life
+Make long money sleep good at night (I do)
+I wish you nothing but the best
+May you love real deep may you laugh real big (haa)
+I pray your enemies fail
+And you ain't never gotta spend time in jail (fuck that shit)
+May you travel safe
+And meet good people along the way
+I hope you know you one of a kind
+And you ain't gotta be like them you're just fine (you're alright)
+I wanna see you become wealthy (uh huh)
+And more important than that, stay healthy (stay healthy nigga)
+God speed, and pray you never have to lock horns with P
+(Oh hell no)
+[Chorus]
+Peace be with me
+The dark and the light angels protect me (yeah, that's right)
+Life is about balance
+You trying to be cool but sometimes it gets violent (nigga)
+Peace be with me
+The dark and the light angels protect me
+Life is about balance
+I'd rather be cool, but out here it get violent
+
+[Verse 2]
+Out the shadows
+Let the moonlight shine on me (who that?)
+Keepers of the night, keepers of the Holy
+Rapping words the spirit of the strong in me
+I use the force, careful with that shit, baby
+I feel you I'm still learning my own strength
+Sorry if wasn't perfect when you thought I should've been
+I'm just a work in progress (yeah I know)
+I encourage my self to be better and master the art, its
+Long time coming seem like the other day
+I'm just being myself, they calling me a late bloomer (what?)
+And I don't know if that's a compliment or insult
+And I don't give a fuck really keep talking
+Got two pair of watch like the Polo, kid
+My time is so precious why would I waste it?
+On a silly bitch like you and miss my chance
+To realize my greatness and become who I am (beat it)
+[Chorus]
+Peace be with me
+The dark and the light angels protect me
+Life is about balance
+You trying to be cool but sometimes it gets violent (peace)
+Peace be with me
+The dark and the light angels protect me
+Life is about balance
+I'd rather be cool, but out here it gets violent
+
+[Outro]
+As I take my gun off before I pray
+I don't have problem with meeting God halfway
+Yeah, we believe in a higher force
+May God be with you through this war
+Shit real out here man, crazy out here man, peace
+
+[Female voice]
+You have just been exposed to a range of propaganda devices
+Used by the West to control, manipulate, neutralize and anesthetize entire populations
+It's own and that of other nationsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+FreestyleWhat up, thunn?
+Hold it down, son
+Yeah, check it
+
+[Verse one]
+Yo
+Anthem of the big barrels, handlers of huge flamethrowers
+The most foul, throw in your towel
+P-double, I'll blow a hole in your coupe bubble
+Raised like a soldier, camouflage post-up
+You shook when we slam or throw our guns in the air
+Stop the party like Trafalgar Square
+It's homicide music, when P put his words to it
+Street journalist, block war inquisitor
+Writer, for New York, novelist at gun talk
+Chronicles of a young blood taught
+To walk with his head up high
+Eyes wide, wise guy, made man with Mob ties
+Bolt-lock 9s, put one in a hole with no clip
+Pocket full of bullets wilding, 16 handling shit
+Through the dip, slip quick
+I heard sirens coming from afar and slid
+From the circumference, left a red splash then I dashed
+Back in my lab, heart pounding from running fast
+Put my half-assed gun back down in the stash
+Twin got a four-pound for sale I need that
+'Cause this no-clip shit could lead to my ass
+Refuse to fall on my ass from any men's wrath, dollar's math
+And thunn call me back real fast, yo
+I ain't got no cash but I gotta smash
+This no-frilled nigga came past, riding on pegs
+Broke, nearly put one in his ribs
+I barely got away with my head
+Let me hold a fever on his strength
+Probably catch him on the bench
+Thunn said: “Use your head; this is it"
+Back outside, put my hoodie strings down tight
+Scene of the Crime, do or die
+Seen Bobby, he cop me some coconut wine
+Look across the street, I seen a dude walk by
+He reaching, the chrome of his gun caught my eye
+Push Bobby to the ground, move to the side
+He pulled out, I pulled out at the same time
+It felt like the end of Colors when we stopped and stared
+I threw a pop first, the shot burst, we both was scared
+He let his fear overpower his mind to think clear
+That type of shit end your career, now lookie here
+Squinted my lids, aimed for his face and missed
+But I placed a few good in his back and wrist
+He ran damned near crawling, I hit the house without stalling
+Sweat pouring, trying to catch my breath falling
+Check my body, to see if I caught one, or more some
+Bum niggas wanna front for what? They lost one
+Felt down the side of my forearm was wet
+Aww shit, take the pain and bleed
+Emergency'll call the D's
+Grab the Codeine and swallow half the bottle
+Get treatment out in Long Island, tomorrow
+Dedicated to K.B. and Yambo, the Scarface Twin
+To all my niggas that won’t think twice to sacrifice your precious life
+Word up! My nighttime niggas, during the sun’s hour, keep your head up
+Nigga, what? Word up!
+My true-to-life thunns
+Yeah…EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Want Out[Verse 1: Un Pacino]
+I was just telling Hav'
+These young'n's is over wilding two shootings in two days
+And none of it over dollars, have my mind zoned
+Somewhere in a different time zone
+Y'all can stand under building, I'm tryna buy homes
+But I ponder it gradually grab me back, you can put me anywhere
+In the world and ill adapt, look
+I'm tired of flying to label reps like 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 couldn't take the pain and caught a heroin jones
+
+[Hook]
+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 camouflaging the corner let me get the next sale
+I'm really tryna prosper of a good good rap
+Before I leave out the hood I take a good look back
+[Verse 2: 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 looking 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 thats 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
+Dont 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 wit the 40
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Prodigy]
+Yo, thun, I be right back, yeah hold it down G's
+While I'm gone get me songs all over the streets
+Thats 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 its 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
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The One And Only (EP)[Prodigy]
+Don P, Colonel 16's
+Captain Bars, man you can call me
+Whatever the F you feel best
+Just as long as you spell my name right on the checks
+I'ma, keep doin what I do so well
+Truth be told, without money I would still spill
+All of my thoughts onto the beats
+This is my passion, my baby, I breathe...
+... eat sleep and shit soul music
+Watch how my song touch you, it's spiritually moving
+... You might wanna cry
+He got a problem with P? He might wanna die
+While I'm, so lovable and so humble
+That if you cross me, then you deserve to stumble
+And fall on a Rambo knife
+Look homey, you obviously don't know me, I'm
+
+[Chorus: repeat 4X]
+The one and only, Infamous, notorious
+[Prodigy]
+I'm Bandana P, the fantastic one
+Reptile, I spit acid, they kyan't done
+I die harder than your average die hardheaded nigga
+I don't learn 'til it's too late, and it's early nigga
+I don't take orders, fold, or break under pressure
+I don't take kindly to strangers or new faces
+It might be the police
+Maybe the D.A. brothers, come to get me
+... I've got a dark sense of humor
+Gotta calm down a lot, I, got a hot temper
+... I'm tryin to change
+But these people out here push me to engage
+In all types of fuckery, jealous and they envious
+Misery love company they don't really love me~!
+I had to sever our ties
+Sit back in my jacuzzi watchin pelicans fly
+Thinkin back how we used to be on the same page
+I realize now, that you nothin like me, I'm
+[Chorus]
+[Prodigy]
+My reign at the top don't stop, it's endless
+Watch me crush so-called competition, man listen
+There is no threat to my position
+These niggas is harmless, there's no comparison, to
+Rap's top shotter, best sellin author
+In non-fiction, you better pray I go easy
+And thank me for not exposin your bumba claat
+I could go in on you, but I'm not
+Success is the best revenge
+And I'm fit to show you people how to do this here
+Intelligent, smooth criminal music
+You never lived this life, you can't relate to it
+I'm the chief of all chiefs, the Don of all dons
+The boss of all bosses, the fuckin warlord
+The grand wizard of bars
+When I die, my tombstone'll read "He was..."
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Gun Play[Intro]
+Yeah, kill 'em, how we do it dun
+Get your gunz nigga, we killing 'em
+Getting real up in here y'all
+What like, is like, is like, is like
+How we do it dun
+Murda Muzik
+Big Noyd, Big P
+Get your gunz nigga
+
+[Verse 1: Big Noyd]
+Yo, you know who we be
+The R-A double P, E-R
+Niggas fuck with this
+And they get sent to the E-R
+I see y'all flashing, diamond, dancing, shining
+Keep your head up
+Cause you'll get wet up
+Flashing diamonds, dancing, shining
+But thugs like me, repping QBC
+Is a place when is cold out, niggas go all out
+Make the dogs bark, you know nigga the gunz spark
+Drama we into, and bring it to you physical
+With four-fives, four nines
+Gunz ain't a thang duke
+You know what them thangs do
+Swing and lay whole crew
+There's tension in the air
+Better chill when I'm telling you
+I know you down from eighty-five live
+You ain't scared to die
+You getting dough and getting by
+Yatti-Yatti-ya
+But its real when the H-N-I-C
+And the R-A double P
+Strap with them G-U-N-Z
+[Hook]
+My gunz popping, your gunz pop
+We could go out shot for shot
+We can do it to the gunz go lock
+Bust non-stop, y'all niggas want a gun play
+My gunz popping, your gunz pop
+We could go out shot for shot
+We can do it to the gunz go lock
+Bust non-stop, oh niggas want a gun play
+
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+Really, lets do it here and now
+We dont negotiate
+We dont settle out, we pull a heavy metal out
+We make niggas shit, make niggas piss
+Niggas humble when my duns rumble
+Go ahead pop your gun
+We got those too, this ain't nothin' new
+You ain't a threat
+Whatcha a gangsta, you a vet
+Whatcha you a thug who demand respect
+Like I give a shit
+Nigga I'll give a clip to your abs
+You get torn up fucking with P
+You'll get it bad
+Its like the same old song
+Let nigga front, blow his top off
+And I'm not in the wrong
+Cause nigga deserve every piece of death they get
+Every piece of bullet, every chunk of flesh they lose
+You knew the rules, you knew what you was getting into
+You touch me, so its mandatory that I hit you
+[Hook]
+My gunz popping, your gunz pop
+We could go out shot for shot
+We can do it to the gunz go lock
+Bust non-stop, y'all niggas want a gun play
+My gunz popping, your gunz pop
+We could go out shot for shot
+We can do it to the gunz go lock
+Bust non-stop, these niggas want a gun play
+
+[Noyd]
+Yo, yo, yo
+We ain't shooting doors
+We kicking doors down
+Bucking your broads
+Dont let me catch you, eye you up
+And then draws, we murder y'all
+Criminal minds, pack nines when they rock
+Foul way y'all sound
+Thats how we get down till they rot
+If your gunz pop nigga, my gun pop
+Do the maths, somebody ass gonn be up in a box
+Its not me, no days, no nights
+And you, no more rocking your wear
+Guccis with your Nikes
+[Prodigy]
+True, no more fronting like you larger than life
+Nigga I'll terminate your days, cancel your nights
+It's not a problem, holla at my dawgs
+Show you how to work them guns
+Fuck a spare clip, we got extra drums
+That'll handicap your team
+Till y'all bleed all over the street
+Whiles I, get the fuck up and outta here quick
+And if ur man wanna ride, for your bum ass
+The shit nigga
+
+[Hook]
+My gunz popping, your gunz pop
+We could go out shot for shot
+We can do it to the gunz go lock
+Bust non-stop, y'all niggas want a gun play
+My gunz popping, your gunz pop
+We could go out shot for shot
+We can do it to the gunz go lock
+Bust non-stop, these niggas want a gun play
+My gunz popping, your gunz pop
+We could go out shot for shot
+We can do it to the gunz go lock
+Bust non-stop, y'all niggas want a gun play
+My gunz popping, your gunz pop
+We could go out shot for shot
+We can do it to the gunz go lock
+Bust non-stop, these niggas don't want no gun play
+
+[Outro]
+Nah, faggot ass nigga
+Clap 'em down, clap 'em down, clap'em down sonEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stuck On You"I'm Hooked, I'm hooked"
+"I'm stuck to you - just like glue"
+
+Alright, alright, uh-huh
+And I ain't neva let you go, let you go
+What time is it?, dawgs sit righ here
+Put the kids to bed - tell y'all story
+And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
+First worry about my money, you know what..?
+
+[Prodigy:]
+Its a cash explosion, it's rainin' dollars
+We made it to stardom, the new album
+The 50-50 joint ventures, it only gets better & better
+Might treat myself to a nice Ferrari for the winter
+Gave my whole crib up, Do NOT ENTER!
+'Cause the nigga inside with the shotty got a temper
+And I play it by the book, man; I thought he was a burglar
+I'm gettin' off 'cause I served her
+You wastin' that broad with that shit they want
+More money than any dope man could eva see
+Man, S and Bar ain't got shit on P
+I'm like Trapper John, 'cause I M.D
+And I do surgery on the nigga for free
+When it come to that Tae Bo, we gettin' box load
+I pop a nigga over my money, man all I know 'em
+[Chorus Sample: performed by Jeannie Reynolds]
+"I'm stuck to you - just like glue"
+"I love it, I love it, I swear I do, aaahhh baby"
+
+Yea that's how that one go you'nah'what'I'mean?
+(Live that money right?)
+And I ain't neva let you go, let you go, (No doubt)
+And who gon' love the paper man? You gotta love the paper
+If you got that much paper you gotta hold it down
+And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
+So the next one, you know what that's about, (That's right)
+
+[Prodigy:]
+My bestest friend, my worstest enemy (That's right)
+Y'all could even save my life or be the death of me
+Even get me outta drama, or put me in a locker
+Y'all gon' have me wind up in that chair with the tires
+Stab a nigga like Myers
+But I'd rather put fire to your ass like Pryor (Damn!)
+'Cause I prefer the iron
+Shoot at bitch ass niggas and do 'em like Bison
+I got big jump-off that fit down my pants leg
+'Lil jump-offs, your dunn know
+A damn thang, niggas talkin' thug on their song on the radio
+But we the reason they fire proofed the Coupes
+And we the same reason you brinin' re-enforcements through
+You'll neva get me alive my gun is like glue (Come wit it, come wit it)
+Shots spread like the flu, do you lungs, do your peoples
+I love my heaters, I'm...
+[Chorus Sample: performed by Jeannie Reynolds]
+Yea, you motha'fuckin' right man, them hammers man, them guns man
+And I ain't neva let you go, let you go
+Gotta keep them thangs on you, what you know about that though?
+But you know there's one thing a nigga can't live without
+And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
+And it's the bottom line right here
+
+[Prodigy:]
+You know we like; phatties with size, 'lil cutie pies
+With the nightstands walk and bodies that talk
+Make niggas dig deep until they barrel the game
+And pull out somethin' that'll definitely gettin' to her brain (Word)
+With the perm or the braids (Whatup)
+It's all love as long as it curves and it's in right space (It's all good)
+With a face that deserves the front page
+I got the keys that'll free all birds from their cage (Let's go)
+I get pussy like James, its nuttin' to point
+Y'all niggas takin' too long to get to the point (Fo' real)
+Y'all chicks makin' me sick, you lookin' so good bitch (God damn)
+I gotta have you, enough I can't stop it
+Gangsta love, you pretty and thug
+She's like the hood nigga only if he's bustin' his gun
+Mama you go girl, you keep right on, doin' what you doin'
+Keepin' niggas off
+[Chorus Sample: performed by Jeannie Reynolds]
+"I'm stuck to you - just like glue"
+"I love it, I love it, I swear I do, eww baby"
+
+And I ain't neva let you go, let you go
+
+And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
+
+And I ain't neva let you go, let you go
+
+And I ain't neva gon' leave you alone, leave you alone
+
+[Outro: Sample dialogue]
+Ok we gotta battle the .9 millimeter heavy duty pistols
+West has the carbon 15 .9 millimeter pistol
+And I got a mac-10 from Invasion USA
+We're gonna have a 'lil race, you read? (Yep)
+Ok, bottom two, here we go: .9 millimeter fired, then the mac-10
+I winEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Infamous Minded[Prodigy]
+Yeah old school part one feel it
+The realest, Who be the realest
+Them niggas stay
+Infamous minded
+U've been blinded
+Cut on your face
+Fucking with these mobb giants
+They are the victims
+We be the victors
+Sometime a nigga gotta step up
+And bring war, Spray ks
+And go out in a blaze
+Young guns learn to duck
+So they won't catch strays
+Won't shoot to be frontin'
+Or to waste shots for nothin
+If I'm pulling out my torch
+Im gonn hit somethin', Whatever
+Slugs through your avirex leather
+I close one lid
+So I could aim a little better
+I stop firing
+And  de-cock the hammer
+You need triads
+I need to get up outta here
+Dont really think It's cool to let another man
+[Havoc]
+"Let me buck that nigga son"
+[Prodigy]
+I hold my own cannon and shoot just as fast
+Move with select few
+Dont fuck with lil dude
+Or little pistols
+Strictly the big Ru's
+Cause deuce-deuce its only good for hiding
+I need big firepower when I'm riding
+52 shot clips
+You pop lips, Silence
+And i dont stop dumping till i hear sirens
+I'm not a Boyz N The Hood addict
+Menace fanatic
+I live the street life for real
+So I can brag it
+Pop gave me gun lesson back when I was a kid
+Now I fire more arms than he ever did
+Thats why
+I keep things in proper prospective
+And every album point y'all niggas in the right direction
+There's  no protection, when I'm on the mike
+You couldn't fold me
+If you trained all your life
+You's a chump, I'm a champ
+You broke, I'm top dollar
+Niggas gotta whole lotta mouth
+Thats no problem
+Fake thugs lay down
+Real killers dont yell it
+Bring it don't sing it nigga
+Use intelligence
+Its evident you not, murder material
+When you all alone, you pose guns in the mirror yo
+Chinky, Rapper Noyd, Hav, G part 3, my nigga Bino and Nitty
+Y'all feel me
+Let me get deeper in the subject
+Cause its gets me hard
+Every nigga holding
+Dont mean he gonn arc
+Any nigga that show it
+Need to disown it
+Or get it tooken by another who deserve it
+Listen, this is what it takes to survive today
+Use your eyes, to my niggas thats ride with me
+And you see that nigga P, be the storm quiet
+Im holding, so ease back
+I stay infamous minded
+[Noyd]
+Yeah yeah nigga, shit is real
+You know
+[Prodigy]
+Infamous minded
+[Noyd]
+Yo, this niggas outhere
+We moving blindly dun, its all about survival though
+They don't know
+You the top dawg for the rest to follow
+[Prodigy]
+Infamous minded
+[Noyd]
+You know how we do it killer
+The Qb way, my way or no way
+Queensbrige to our death day
+[Prodigy]
+Infamous minded
+[Noyd]
+Shit, why you think they call us infamous nigga
+We earned the title nigga
+Not cause it sounds tough dumb fuck
+[Prodigy]
+Infamous minded
+[Hook]
+[Prodigy]
+When the bridge start rocking
+The bridge, It keep rocking
+When the bridge start rocking
+The mobb'll keep rocking
+When the bridge start rocking
+Queens still be rocking
+When the bridge start rocking
+My niggas keep popping
+[Repeat Hook til fade]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Delt with the Bullshit[Prodigy]
+Dunn it's real like that
+
+[Havoc]
+Uh huh yeah
+Uh huh yeah(uh huh)
+Yeah, ha(solo on that ass ? dealt with the bullshit)
+Check me out dunn(yeah)
+Check me out now(out yo)
+
+Yo
+Feel me on the road, feel me at the shows
+Feel me for what I stand for
+And I'mma do it til the death til I can't no more
+Fuck a ho, it's all about dough
+Still, fuck her and still don't love em
+That's word to mother
+Un-cover the truth, enjoy my youth
+It's die or lose
+I wonder what if I was sittin in the pen
+On the strength that I had to hurt something
+Cuz my stomach hurtin
+I'm a cool nigga, but don't let me start buggin
+Love my moms, love my little sis, plus my little dunn
+Niggas gotta eat, fuck settling for crumbs
+Hell no, me a bum on the streets looking dumb
+Til hell freezes over yo y'all niggas better run
+[Hook](Repeated 2x)
+(Havoc)
+Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit
+Lived through the bullshit
+So put a clamp on them loose lips
+My niggas do kill shit (pow pow, pow pow pow)
+
+[Prodigy]
+Guns redundant
+My dunns move in abundance
+We loose cannons, my rugar will pop somethin
+What's all the frontin
+Being cavilier will get you nothing
+Or maybe touched though
+Keep pressing me and we be thumpin like The Lords vs. The Hawks
+When little boy got a foot long stuck in his back
+And punctured his lungs
+It's very brutal, how the N.I.C. will do you
+Yo get KO'ed and pissed on for being rude
+Yeah, respect the colors and the flag i wave
+Respect the I.M.D. embroidery
+My shit is classic and authentic
+Blowin dick
+Y'all niggas grafting my whole presence
+Get your own shit
+My voltage, be higher than the wire pole get
+King vulture, more flyer than your average rap pigeon
+Now, twist up your cheebas
+I get deeper in depth
+My rap page make niggas throw they reefer at us
+Love me, bless me, like you supposed to do
+Just don't test me niggas I be toasted up
+What(echoes)
+[Havoc]
+Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit and lived through the bullshit
+
+[Hook #2]
+Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit
+Lived through the bullshit(no doubt no doubt, yeah yeah yeah)
+So put a clamp on them loose lips
+My niggas do kill shit(pow pow, pow pow pow)
+
+[Prodigy]
+My style, identical to guns that burst
+I'm like a fourth when I go off, or even worse
+It's like an ill box cutter fight where no one backs down
+My shit burn, make em far from a clown
+
+[Havoc]
+Ay yo, likewise
+See a nigga that I can't trust is a nigga I despise
+Then I, reply with a cold shoulder
+You ain't a gat holder, you just a crossover switchover
+
+Chorus #2
+
+[Hook #3]
+Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit
+Lived through the bullshit(uh huh, yeah)
+So put a clamp on them loose lips
+My niggas do kill shit(pow pow, pow pow pow)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Great Spitters[Hook x2: Prodgy & Cory Gunz]
+Rapping is my religion
+Brings me the finest women
+Gives me them eight figures
+Cause we some Great Spitters [Prodigy]
+
+Respect that M O B B
+D Double E P
+Real rap, real shit, real spit
+Niggas pray when they see me [Cory Gunz]
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+It's that real conversation, my mu'fuckin' occupation
+Hitman I body that with a cognac, with a track, I slay it
+With a little bit of grass, little bit of class
+Little bit of brashness I mix it up, till it's just enough
+To have me on that best rap list
+It's that empire state shit, where we love the entire nation
+Niggas that want to stunt on us, they deserve to die, don't try my patience
+Paint prov, like a bass kick, thank God, I erase this, big boy to head boy
+Take that as a fuckin' favor
+I know, I know, I know, you niggas think P be poppin' shit
+And probably don't know that everything P be poppin' is
+Louder than words, my niggas ain't clowns, we not herbs
+I bounce yo head off that curb, I'm just a rhymin' expert
+What you niggas want me to be, your Grim Reaper see?
+I can see through you snake ass eyes
+And you know misery loves company, and they hate when they see me shine
+See these dimes, see this cash, see me on tour with the infamous
+I'll see you in hell, my gun ring bells, puts all that bullshit to rest
+[Hook x2: Prodgy & Cory Gunz]
+
+[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
+I've got niggas on lock, doin' time
+Cleanin' Mac's, right off the block, movin' dimes
+Who wanna ride, where to?
+Chicks told me I'd be there in a year or two
+Goin' at the mall, corners appear poof
+Death is just around the corner, it's here too
+Got a little brother, I'mma give a better life
+Beautiful little girl's I'mma put to bed at night
+I was 12 in the kitchen, when they let in white
+R.I.P. my nigga Beretta Mike
+I'm affiliated with the renegades
+I don't got juice, pop you, now I'm Minute Maid
+In the bucks we trust, when they lust me
+I'll be givin' a fuck to dust into disgust we bust
+Mom left me, she was too young, she would've kept me
+Still wouldn't be able to run, bad-ass loud tell a nigga to hum
+Dessert too hot nigga eat wit ya tongue
+Militia, Mobb Deep, YMCMB, I'm done
+Like Charlie, see me have a gun
+Tell an old girl, party with a nigga til' one
+She got a body, harder to beat on a gun
+I got keys to the spot with a G and a Pump
+D's on the block just screamin' to jump
+P tell 'em stop 'fore I be in the front
+When niggas get caught, catch me if you want (x2)
+[Hook x2: Prodgy & Cory Gunz]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Am I Crazy?Yeah...
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+Attack of the thugs
+My thuns come through with bundles of drugs
+The Hip-Hop cops, just let us do us
+If we beat a nigga ass, they would just watch
+Just as long as we not firing gunshots
+Guilty thugs rush your door, get everybody in
+Because they stunting with the passes and I can control it
+We smoke the whole club out, me and the dum-outs
+Mazaradi Fox and my niggas from OV
+That's Queensbridge, Jamaica and Far Rock
+That's power in the streets you can't stop
+With jail bars, and thick cement walls
+Like you can murder people, what you gonna do at all?
+The rest of the hundred forty three thousand
+Nine hundred ninety nine niggas wildin'
+I had a dream when I was nine about martial law
+I saw global police, am I crazy God?
+
+[Hook x2]
+(Sometimes I wonder...)
+Am I crazy yall'?
+(Crazy, crazy,crazy)
+Am I crazy God?
+God please show me the sign, if I'm not crazy
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+I'm cracking the benevolent
+Machine guns and tanks
+To come inside your party with a fucking AK
+And we just chilling, we just want a few drinks
+And get a few bunnies to hop back to the place
+It's not a problem if that's what it is
+But if it is a problem then it is what it is
+And we handle that accordingly, see you ignoring me
+I'm gonna laugh at you when you can't stop your arteries
+From bleeding, see that's what you get
+So what if that nigga die, he wasn't innocent
+And if he was, he was wrong place wrong time
+It's on me I pay for it in my next lifetime
+For right now, this is how it's going down
+You fuck around you lay around, moving your bowels
+This nigga mistook me for some type of coward, a fraud
+Now look at him, crazy soft, am I crazy yall'?
+
+[Hook x2]
+
+[Verse 3: Prodigy]
+And then it happen, at three thirty three
+A big fire in the sky in Queens
+I almost crashed my car, on the L I E
+Godfather and Ty max was both sleep
+It wasn't meant for them to see
+Nah, the sign was for me
+To let me know I'm not bugging
+This shit real, if you do the research you will see that it's real
+My nigga E Money Bags R.I.P
+He told me back in ninety nine this was gonna be
+We both tried to tell Nas but Nas was doing him
+His little brother Jungle was the only one that listened
+(Yup) Jay-Z and Jaz-O know
+Jay-Z chose to ride with the other side though
+The math all add up, you can check it out
+I told you, me and Pac would've worked it all out
+Because Majestry and Stretch would've dead that now
+And we would've all been brainstorming wow
+Imagine life with an army like that right now
+That's what I'm talking about, that's real power
+50 Cent my nigga because he know what's up
+Illa you my nigga tell me, I'm crazy huh?
+[Hook x2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Twilight (The Ellsworth Bumpy Johnson EP)[Interlude]
+Francine Hughes: You shot three people, don't you have any remorse?
+Bumpy Johnson: Remorse comes when you feel you've done something wrong
+Francine Hughes: You don't think killing is wrong?
+Bumpy Johnson: Innocent people? Yes
+There's been thirty five lynchings this year alone
+Depression got people starvin' all over the country
+Scottsboro Boys in the jail for a crime they didn't commit
+All of that is wrong
+Francine Hughes: Yeah, I understand all that
+Bumpy Johnson: But?
+Francine Hughes: But I don't understand you
+You're a perfect gentleman, you're a poet
+You're nice to people, you-you think about things
+And then, within a blink of an eye, you can kill or be killed
+Bumpy Johnson: Is there nothing in this world that you love enough, that you would kill for it or die for it?
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+Yeah
+When darkness consumes the neighborhood streets
+The neighborhood hoods and the neighborhood creeps
+Come out to play with they hats pulled down
+And their hoodies pulled low below they eyebrows
+Take yo ass in the crib you not down for madness
+'Bout to go down three at night
+Night shift workers come home they walk fast
+Scared to go through they own block, yeah, it's that bad
+The villains making a killin' sellin' pieces of weight
+E&J inside a hot chamomile tea
+Keep em warm 'cause the cold air'll cut your skin
+It's bleedin' outside but the block still clickin'
+There's cameras in the hood but the fiends still smoke
+The narcs makin' movies
+They lookin' for the role of the worlds dumbest criminal caught on film while the real criminal minds continue to thrive in
+[Chorus: Prodigy]
+The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark
+Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark
+We post up in the blackness of the shadows
+Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel
+Where police enter at they own risk
+If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks
+Most bodies get caught at night
+You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilight
+
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+It's 2012 and drugs still movin'
+The balance don't stop and the prisons is full with scar-faced thugs
+C's and B's, who do years and come back to the same routine
+Some say the game over, they must be blind
+Bet they don't come through the real hoods at night
+With that theoretical shit, you shit your drawers
+You'll get robbed for your outfit, yeah, take that off
+Disparity rules the world, the rich is outnumbered
+You can't straddle the fence, pick a side, fucker
+You got 'til the sun go down 'cause when that full moon rise then the wolves come out
+And the cocaine vampires slingin' hard white from dusk to dawn
+It's nothin' like the movies
+We drink holy water, rock crucifixes, and eat garlic and onion chips for dinner
+
+[Chorus: Prodigy]
+The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark
+Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark
+We post up in the blackness of the shadows
+Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel
+Where police enter at they own risk
+If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks
+Most bodies get caught at night
+You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilight
+[Verse 3: Havoc]
+Yeah and this is right up my alley, P
+Likewise, won't let a nigga straddle me
+Pull up the cavalry, the salary is runnin' low
+[?] at his throat, now tell me what I wanna know
+I need addresses, how to access it
+You know it's somethin' if you got that nigga Hav stressin'
+Your mans know I got him stockin' up on mad vestes
+I been down this road so this my last ditch effort
+No homo, everybody get naked
+Play hero, I spin you like a hit record
+My goons bipolar, eyes over shoulder, and, how ironic, more gruesome when I'm sober
+Nocturnal, won't rest 'til I learn you
+Taste pussy, got a bitch in your guy circle
+I send shots at your cop Colonel
+Talkin' all that fly shit that's what it'll earn you
+
+[Chorus: Prodigy]
+The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark
+Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark
+We post up in the blackness of the shadows
+Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel
+Where police enter at they own risk
+If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks
+Most bodies get caught at night
+You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Broken Apple (Bonus Track of Hegelian Dialectic)[Verse 1]
+Money is worthless real power is people
+Real strength is in the street where everybody's equal
+I'd rather have a hundred thousand strong supporters of the movement
+Down for the cause
+This life is amazing your life is dull
+If you think a big bank make you successful
+Just look at all the colors the ecosystem
+The plants and the wildlife is built with intelligence
+Just listen fuck just look at yourself
+You can't fathom your own operating system
+
+[Chorus]
+Fuck a Macbook I take a real book any day
+And fuck your automation give me a human being
+I mean fuck just look at ourselves
+We the masses of the Earth and nature is real wealth in abundance
+Give thanks to all
+The fact that you breathing you should be in awe
+
+[Verse 2]
+We the bricks at bottom of the governments pyramids
+A Ponzi scheme, we being con'd my friend
+That's all adorable your so naive
+Its just a metaphor you really looking for some puppet strings
+Base cadets can't assimilate fact from theory
+Common core education direct from Satan
+You see the inmates in prison just the ones that got caught
+Just imagine all the other shit freely going on
+I just shake my head I need THC
+My computer just crashed and deleted everything I just did
+[Chorus]
+Fuck a Macbook I take a real book any day
+And fuck your automation give me a human being
+I mean fuck just look at ourselves
+We the masses of the Earth and nature is real wealth in abundance
+Give thanks to all
+The fact that you breathing you should be in aweEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Don’t Be a Follower[Prodigy]
+It go hip-hop on our block
+Always lead to some fights and gun shots
+Niggas need to stop that bullshit hop
+Unless its really necessary to get hopped
+You got asshole pulling out busting on pounds
+Just to hear the sound or to see the crowd bounce
+Niggas need to save that shit for outside
+Or take all that noise up the block dunn aiight un
+Staying at the times you got to drug a man
+But godamn, you fucking up my pussy plan
+Fuck it
+Ya'll niggas never learn, so why should I concern
+After the show I'll grab my click and the tires burn
+Off to the next pavilion
+The infamous men, women, and children
+Stick together like dry ce-ment pieces
+Our story go too long for rap lines
+Too many of my niggas died on the front lines
+The Mobb history go too deep for rhyme
+Could you feel a pain in the trilogy of my regiment
+Please do
+We write these for you
+With the hope that my words sink through
+Like on the page how the ink do
+Hey yo dunn check it
+My every hour that passes
+Is guaranteed packed
+Cause the hour that's gone ain't never coming back
+Im tired of wasted days
+My eyes E&J glaze
+Romp you tools flooded with smoke fumes
+Make faster moves
+My raps can't lose
+Especially against you
+How soon we forget niggas minds be getting absent
+Not gone for a minute
+Ya'll niggas trying to shit
+It's time for Pee to turn back on the light switch
+And pull your faggot ass click out the darkness
+Yo its QB, queer bastard we queens best
+A quiet bullet will do yo ass justice
+Why you stupid fuck look at you now
+I can't believe how these niggas now-a-days gets down
+He just a clown from a foul part of town
+Who barely blent in
+He took my words on some personal shit
+He just self-conscience
+Trying to flip on some desperate shit
+Don't be stupid
+The mobb been through it
+Don't be a follower and get yo ass led to the fireEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dirty New Yorker[Intro]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Uh, uh, uh
+Yeah...
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+Baby mama let's roll, here we go, Cheerio, serial
+Killa with the flow and the blow and the dro'
+And the gun go ring, hit 'em all in a row
+AK-47, .40-Glock, .44, let 'em know from the door
+How it go, it's not a joke, there's gon' be a homicide
+I'mma ride, I'mma rep me a nigga up in the box
+And send 'em to his folks, his bloods, his kin
+The drama it don't end, bust a gun
+Bust a nigga's face open with the hand
+Tell 'em go tell a friend, tell a cop, tell the FEDS
+I don't give a mothafuck, you niggas and the pigs
+I'mma let the world see you, you're a bitch, you're a snitch
+I'mma Mobb Deep gangsta, Infamous soldier
+If you got a cold heart then my shit just froze over
+Range Rover, Chevy Suburban, the bullet proof trim
+The windows on the crib, bullet proof them
+
+[Hook: Prodigy]
+You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker
+Queens in this bitch fall back or get roped up
+You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker
+Queens mothafucka, move and get smoked up
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+Ay' baby mama let's slide on the floor
+I'mma pro with the flow
+I can go on forever tell me when to stop yo
+My first album Head Nigga in Charge it went gold
+With my next shit I'm just trying to seel a lil mo'
+I won't be mad if it's less, I'm still filthy rich
+We going on a permanent tour and never coming back
+I'mma vet not a pet, you gon' see when I flip
+Niggas trip fall on their face and bust their own shit
+Come for me you gon' run up to a wall of cement
+Certain niggas not to be touched and I'm one of 'em
+Pop to bub me, crack open the Goose and the Gin
+You gon' get real fucked up in memory of them
+I'mma cop some more ice, houses and whips
+Why they mad? Cause they can't spend money like this
+180 on the wrist, 190 on the six-speed
+Porsche with the turbo and shatter proof tenth
+
+[Hook: Prodigy]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+No Contest (Bonus Track of Hegelian Dialectic)[Intro]
+Welcome, yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+I was born in a concrete garden
+Minus the synthetics, do your research
+My genetics one hundred percent organic
+The earth and the sun provide me with all that I need
+Can't dig up my grass roots, they too deep I don't budge
+The mainstream comes to me
+See a flower don't know it's power it just is
+It's just nature for me to flourish and grow big
+The Most High made me perfect, my flaws are a thing of beauty
+Character, and uniqueness
+I love myself, if I don't then who will I
+Wanna be just like the man in the mirror (huh?)
+Cause we can't ask for more
+He look good, rap good, he got it going on
+Like the Egyptian God the young pharaoh
+Build pyramids with money stacks, now yo
+
+[Chorus]
+I don't compete, I just create
+I speak my peace, I don't debate
+It's no argument, no contest
+You know what it is and heard what I said
+I don't compete, I just create
+I speak my peace, I don't debate
+It's no argument, no contest
+You know what it is and heard what I said
+[Verse 2]
+I'm the black rose that grew through the crack in the sidewalk
+A miracle baby, look at me
+I made it through the broken glass, and the dope needles too
+And them lil' baggies with the coke residue
+You touch me your hands gon' bleed from the Dons
+A defense mechanism that was given by God
+I'm not out to hurt nobody
+It's not in my nature to do such things
+I just live my, life until my little time is played
+And return to the essence from which I came
+Until then, get familiar you would wanna be on my side
+Ahead of time or catch a bang wagon ride
+'Cause, when the shit turn violent
+The Infamous mafia shut down the whole environment (get 'em)
+Yeah, Infamous Mobb Deep
+Go 'head force me to show your dumb ass your shit stink, pussy
+
+[Chorus]
+I don't compete, I just create
+I speak my peace, I don't debate
+It's no argument, no contest
+You know what it is and heard what I said
+I don't compete, I just create
+I speak my peace, I don't debate
+It's no argument, no contest
+You know what it is and heard what I saidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+ABC(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 kidsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+New YittyKILLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
+
+[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
+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'mma handsome shooter, I'll simple clutch the ruger
+And blow your bummer clout rot face to Bermuda
+I'mma 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 X2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It’s Murda[Intro: Prodigy]
+Yeah, uh-huh
+[?]
+Yeah
+Show these niggas what time it is, man
+Ayo
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+Yo dunny little bitch ass nigga shot up my car
+Y'all little dirty ma'fuckers know who you are
+Little snitch ass bastards, bitch ass bastards
+I still be in your hood comin' through for mad years
+Out in Brooklyn, I see your punk asses again
+It'll be murder, I don't care who's looking
+That's right, catch me right up in [?]
+Red hook, pink houses, and Queensbridge still
+Can't nobody run me up out the hood (Nah)
+I'm like the IKEA store, see me up in your hood
+Whether I'm there for business, or no business
+Y'all idiots best mind your business
+When my shots go off they find they victims
+Then I scratch names of the shit-list
+When my shots go off they find they victims (Pow)
+Then I scratch names of the shit-list (Yeah, uh-huh, yeah)
+
+[Chorus: Prodigy, 50 Cent]
+Straight murder, it be straight murder
+Shoot me, and I still live, and that's your ass
+(Fuck you thought, man?)
+We make homicide look like suicide
+But that's murder, it be straight murder
+The bullets you hit me wit'll be your last
+Straight murder, it be straight murder
+Yeah (That's right, that's right, that's right)
+[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
+I can't keep count of how many niggas I cut with my blade
+Kilo across your face as thick as your braids
+Nigga, it's hot in the hood, you can't walk with a gauge
+Come outside with the pump, you'll be stuck in a cage
+I took the hit, and got up quick, stuck in a rage
+And my pain just pour through a pen on a page
+Wrong shit out your mouth, I'll put a hole in your fade
+Then it's back-and-forth to court, fighting the case
+I got extra money, my spots is pumping the bass
+So if you can't rap, it's cool, I hit you with a eighth
+They call me Hustle Man, fam, 'cause I switch up my hustle
+Get to sticking niggas up when that coke don't bubble
+Since a lil' nigga, I ain't been nuttin' but trouble
+It's easy to fuck up when you feel like nobody love ya
+I keep telling y'all niggas that I came up hard
+And I think like a nigga in Sing-Sing on the yard
+
+[Chorus: Prodigy]
+Yeah
+Straight murder, it be straight murder
+Shoot me, and I still live, and that's your ass
+(Fuck you thought, man?)
+We make homicide look like suicide
+But that's murder, it be straight murder
+The bullets you hit me wit'll be your last
+Straight murder, it be straight murder
+(That's right, that's right)
+[Verse 3: Prodigy]
+When it's on
+I beat the shit out of dead horses, keep killing 'em
+You see us in 'em Porsches, we killing 'em
+Rap music got problems, 'cause I'm starting shit
+Anybody got problems with P can come get it
+I'm not scared of you, I'm very available
+You acting like you're so hard, I'm right here, dude
+No guards, no bulletproof vest
+Them shits is too bogey, and they make me sweat
+Fuck it, if it's time to go it's time to go
+Plus what's it gonna help when they shooting for your head, yo?
+Ain't no mission impossible
+And ain't no man alive got that much strength
+That he can't get touch, huh, you that sick, ain't you?
+And that quick, you turn into a thug angel
+Huh, you that sick, ain't you?
+And that quick, you turn into a thug angel
+
+[Chorus: Prodigy]
+Straight murder, it be straight murder
+Shoot me, and I still live, and that's your ass
+(Fuck you thought, man?)
+We make homicide look like suicide
+But that's murder, it be straight murder (You heard, right?)
+The bullets you hit me wit'll be your last
+Straight murder, it be straight murder
+(That's right, that's right)
+[Chorus: Prodigy]
+Yeah
+Straight murder, it be straight murder
+Shoot me, and I still live, and that's your ass
+(Fuck you thought, man?)
+We make homicide look like suicide
+But that's murder, it be straight murder (You heard, right?)
+The bullets you hit me wit'll be your last
+Straight murder, it be straight murder
+(That's right, that's right)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wanna Be Thugs[Havoc]
+Uh-huh, yeah, here comes another one
+And niggas gon' now what I'm talkin about
+(Most def.. most definitely)
+
+[Prodigy]
+Aiyyo Hav' man (yeah) kick that shit my nigga
+
+[Havoc]
+Check me out yo, uh-huh, yeah..
+
+[Hook 2X: Havoc]
+Wanna be thugs, there's sugar in they tank
+Wanna be thugs, no cash in the bank
+Wanna be thugs, up North get raped
+Wanna be thugs, flashin jewels get ganked
+
+[Havoc]
+Yo I seen all types be the victim of a kite
+Be like, them silly fishes be the first one to bite yo
+They see the cheese but they don't see the trap
+Not a real live cat, but a real live rat
+You got, broken guns, the first to run
+First to leave, first to abandon your team
+Yo you wonder who I'm talkin about?
+I'm standin right next to you ass, the one that you got in doubt
+First to shout, to get you into some bullshit
+Now you're all drownin, cause loose lips sink ships
+Do you like Hav'?  He be like, hell no
+It works, cause you know, that the fuckin truth hurts
+I just, let niggas bring 'em down in the day they cool
+After six they throw on the nightgown
+Loud sounds, expected after sundown
+Man down, half crowns get shotdown and right now
+[Hook]
+
+[Prodigy]
+Yo.. aiyyo we leave niggas with dry blood on they face
+Put slugs where your bones at, break you off a taste
+Shots of tequila, plenty Henny, we drinkin heavy
+Smokin dust, Dunn I brought mez(?) tabs with me
+And to my mamis on ecstasy
+C'mon, we can bungee in the V.I.P
+We turn bitches out, take turns in that bitch mouth
+Carve niggas up, show niggas what it's all about
+It's us, the best of Queens, handguns to minks
+Top fashion, we flash and bang
+Niggas think they Flash Gordon, we snatch the link
+Cause we mafioso and you the average dick
+Kid, we send messages through bottles
+Crash your face with the Mo, have glass all in your nostrils
+And run through y'all niggas like the shits
+Kick niggas with the boots, dukes we get biz, youse a
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+3 StacksYeah 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 hats!
+(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'mma 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'mma 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 hats!
+(X2)
+
+It don't stop, it don't stop, it don't stop
+When it's on it go pop!
+(x2)
+[Prodigy]
+Ferrari 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 hats!
+(X2)
+
+It don't stop, it don't stop, it don't stop
+When it's on it go pop!
+(x2)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Smack That Bitch[Chorus:]
+Baby I love you
+Why you did me so wrong
+Why why why why
+She couldn't nothing gone me
+Baby just let me explain
+I'ma give that bitch
+I'ma smack that chick
+I don't play that chick
+
+[Verse 1: Esther]
+You used to love me, you used to touch me
+Take me out every night
+Love kissing meall night all night
+I don't deserve all this speed
+I'm so tired of crying
+You're just a player you're just a liar
+A cheater, you're a cheater ohh
+I give you my eyes, I give you my soul
+I give everything to you
+Oh cheating
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+The clutch the heart
+Better rush my cold blood
+Probably do my benz you can see it in my face
+That I'm not the burb unless you were
+Only God no would occur
+Baby I'm not here getting paid is not a game
+I'm not afraid, I meditateon bodies
+Getting all this fast dope
+Dead nigga come try me
+And end it feel it with this cash flow
+I got this strage in me they playin games with me
+I spit up on their hoodies lead their brains drippie
+This that hood love, that good love
+Real shit I spill blood
+Phone flash in tears is the way I grew up
+Baby you got an evil angel for a soul mate
+May we couldn't leave each other
+And we lose all our strength
+Pray god that we never fall apart
+Cause our love baby it was written in the stars
+Let's take that little flacture light
+That go to Mars
+Or we could chill on the block
+Drinking play bars
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 3: Prodigy]
+You speak the shit though
+I ain't got that time for nobimbos
+I got one bitch in my life and
+She all that I live for
+Get my blood, get my flash, get my soul
+Do you real quick, I don't drink behind your back
+I ain't with that D shit
+I gotta beat it lucky and snuggy on planet earth
+I got the hottest bitch alive that's swerve
+To everything sacred you priceless my precious
+I just needed to know before I gave you access
+That everything is a 100 percent
+I was just playing with that girl
+You the one that I'm bad
+All night the shape over
+Pissy drunk over you
+Nice flipping on me feeling like a hangover
+I ain't got to lie to you
+Got nothign to hide
+You the only one I ever felt this way in my life
+Now now we too good for this bullshit
+And we too fly to be crying
+Cry pretty eyes death we defy
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It’s Nothing[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) Prodigy X2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Co-Pilot[Intro: Prodigy]
+
+They See me coming, They say here comes Big Time;
+Yeah, nigga, big money, big rhymes;
+Big ole thing in my pants for big body dimes;
+Between hate and love is a very thin line; (uhhh)
+They see me coming, they say here go big dog;
+Yeah, nigga, big money, big song;
+Big ole thing in my shorts for big body broads;
+Between hate and love is where the guns pop off;
+
+[1st verse: Prodigy]
+
+Now,I don’t buy shit;
+All of my chips go where I live;
+Hook it up nice, James Bond, Stylin';
+Hi Tech shit; expensive; shower heads; TV’s in the mirror, watching “Housewives” with;
+My bad chick, pool size jaccuzz’;
+Bubble bath that, oh, we feeling in the mood;
+For some slow wet sex, pussy real splashy;
+She told me go long and threw it back at me;
+Babe, what do you say, you and I stay in love forever;
+Life is but a dream; don’t wake me;
+Sprees at Vinnie’s;
+Them lil t-shirts look perf’ on your titties;
+My baby;
+Live crazy and die of old age, we;
+Stress free everything’s all love lately;
+Ever since we hooked up, life is wavy;
+We anchor the yacht wherever the sun blazing
+[Hook]
+Superstar life, shooting star life;
+We crime;
+And crime don’t pay;
+Yo, Whatcha know ‘bout it;
+In other words; these names brands things is free, come fly with me;
+You’ll be my Co-Pilot ( x 2)
+
+[Bridge]
+Let’s get High (God Damn, that ass is 1st class)So High (Aye, Yo Wiz…) So High (God Damn, that ass is 1st class)So High (I know you see that right over there…) Let’s get High (God Damn, that ass is 1st class)So High (look, right over there…Yeah, Yeah, Nigga, them bitches got money, we got money..) So High, Let’s get High (do the math, swing that…)
+
+[Verse #2: Wiz Khalifa]
+Rolling up before the first ones even over;
+We run the game, Taylor Gang, we never sober;
+The kush I’m smoking on’s from the grower;
+The smells reminiscent of a motor;
+Cut from the same cloth cause G’s all the same;
+Me and prodigy seeing all this change;
+My weed got to be from the stronger strain;
+I’m cool with the pilot, I bring it on the plane;
+Say I’m ruthless, bitch, that’s why my coupe is;
+I got all this new shit off of doing music;
+Fuck the money, rap for family the most;
+Been rich so long, can’t remember being broke;
+Get high so much, don’t know it’s like being low;
+I take a nigga’s crib and spend it on a coat;
+That means I’m balling like ball game;
+30 thousand on this Balmain
+[Hook x2]
+
+[Verse #3: Prodigy]
+Who’d ever guessed that;
+V.S.O. P be so gifted;
+He ushered in a new year with this big shit;
+It sounds like Miami nights on the club strip;
+Sitting in the fly V getting lifted;
+On the low, ladies spot me and ‘proach me;
+No cat calls, no shorty, shorty!!!;
+No excuse me miss;
+They see me and just step to they biz;
+Its more like;
+What Up Kid, I see you shining;
+I can smell a nigga with money, What up Big Time? its;
+Nothing but this muthafucking good life girl;
+You looking good, me and you can have a good night girl;
+Bring your chics to the Ritz;
+We got all of the bottles and the spliffs;
+And come and get some room service;
+From the god of sex;
+Are you my goddess?;
+You’ll find out soon enough; maybe no, maybe yes, its
+
+[Hook x2]
+[Bridge]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Big Ass Meal (Excerpt From Commissary Kitchen)I loved when I had visitors, especially my family. A few friends came too, but whenever my family made that trip, I made sure my uniform was tight. I’d “iron” the uniform under the bed. That’s where everybody ironed their clothes.
+
+You get two uniforms, so you keep one under the bed for your visit, so by the time the visit comes, it’s nice and fresh because you been sleeping on it all week. That’s like your visit uniform. During the rest of the week, nobody cares. On the visitors’ floor, when my kids used to visit me with my wife, they had vending machines where you could get snacks and chips and everything that they don’t have in commissary.
+
+People couldn’t wait for the visit because then you could have like, hot wings you could put in the microwave! They got ill shit you could get in the vending machine. They had hot sandwiches and other food you could put in the microwave: ill snacks, doughnuts, a lot of things. Just things they don’t have on the inside. They had this spicy chicken sandwich, and the name of it was Big Ass Chicken Sandwich. That was the name of it, yo! It was a spicy chicken sandwich like the one at Wendy’s.
+
+It was a spicy chicken patty, it had real jalapeños on it, and it really was a Big Ass Chicken Sandwich. It was about $4 or something like that. That was my favorite thing to eat. At every visit, I would get the Big Ass Chicken Sandwich. They also had the Big Ass Burger too. It would say it right on the package – Big Ass Burger.
+
+You can’t sneak it back up, though. They gotta strip search you. They gotta look in your butthole and all that. You gotta lift your nuts, cough, all that shit.
+
+After a while, I told my wife not to come because it was an 8-hour drive – four hours up to Mid-State and four hours back down. I didn’t want her doing all that driving, you know what I mean? So I was like, “Don’t come. Just come when you feel like it, holidays or whatever. That drive is too long.” Plus in the wintertime, it’s bad up there. It’s crazy. You know how many times after visiting the prison, people’s families would be like, “Yo, we got into a car accident and our car flipped over!” I used to tell them, "Don’t come up here. Come if you really feel like coming. Don’t come thinking I need a visit, because I don’t give a fuck. I don’t need it.”
+
+So this producer me and Havoc did music with named King Benny, it just so happened that motherfucker lived in the town where the jail was at in Utica, and he’d come and visit me every weekend. He lived five minutes from the jail. So I had a visit every weekend, and a Big Ass Chicken sandwich every weekend, sometimes a Big Ass Burger. It was crazy.
+
+He hooked me up with real kicks too. We could order sneakers, but they was corny. They had bootleg Jordans in jail. They had a bootleg catalog with fake ass Jordans, fake Timbs, fake everything, because you can’t have nothing that’s over $50. They want to see the receipt from the store it came from.
+
+So he used to kick sneakers under the table for me. I would buy them fake joints and wear them, he would come to the prison with new real J’s on in my size. And while we were sitting, we’d kick the shoes to each other under the table—I’d put on the real J’s and he would put on the fake ones.
+
+One time we did it, and we almost got caught. My man Benny is sitting right there in front of me, his back to the guards. I had to sit facing the guards. So I gotta look normal while I’m taking off my sneakers and look like I’m not doing nothing. I kicked my sneakers off, gave it to him. He kicked his sneakers off, kicked it to me, and one of the sneakers went flying to the side, almost to the next visiting table! I’m like oh shit!
+
+My boy tried to kick it over. I thought we was gonna get caught! We didn’t though, but I looked pretty sus tryin’ to act like nothin’ was goin’ on. But didn’t matter, because I got some new J’s. And I had a Big Ass Chicken Sandwich.From commissary kitchen: my infamous prison cookbook published by Infamous Books.
+
+You can download the audio version of commissary kitchen: my infamous prison cookbook for free on AmazonEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Livin’ the Life[Jadakiss]
+Yeah
+Yeah, fuck I'm talkin' 'bout right here?
+Niggas ain't ready
+Knowhatimsayin?
+My nigga P
+Kiss, c'mon
+
+[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
+Livin the life, steady keepin it tight
+Never take a funny nigga's advice
+Pimpin the game, never trippin on fame
+When I'm done you'll respect my name
+The vision is real, time will reveal
+As I pack the steel
+Treasure I found, with the platinum sound
+That no other can put down
+
+[Jadakiss]
+I take a lot of advice, my lifestyle's product and dice
+And guns that'll target your pipe
+It's sorta like approachin the don, wrong word, wrong vibe
+4-5'll leave most of you harmed
+Move coke through the ocean, paid off the coast guard
+Sailed out to Cuba, made sure shit's potent
+Violence with caution..
+And ain't too many niggas you know that got pilots transportin
+Egg nog whip, four door Ferrari
+2 M-16s's, I beg y'all flip
+I'm the hardest nigga you know, check it out
+Turned 40 ki's to 80 when I get in the door
+So I flash like cameras, blast like hammers
+I worry about y'all lil' niggas just like your grandmas
+Get shit jumpin like the playoffs
+Every twenty minutes a day give or take I knock a K off
+Been in the hood for real long
+Catch me anywhere and I got a half a mill' on
+Jada, kiss you now, you die now - why later?
+Double R and Violator
+[Chorus]
+
+[Prodigy]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+P and Kiss y'all don't wanna miss this
+That's two ghetto-ass niggas on the same shit
+We the two best you ever gon' hear in your life
+Appreciate this shit; Infamous Records and Double R
+Nigga Cadillac trucks and bikes
+Mac 10's go off, P that young boss
+Blue bottles'll pop champagne and dutches
+Hundreds of that Branson, honies what's happenin
+Yeah, come thug it with us, we rugged and rough
+Out the box brand new shit for you to get crunk
+Heavyweight bars and hooks for you to turn up
+This is that gangsta shit the world'll bump
+This is that major shit, we burnin up
+Keep your ear to the street and you gon' listen to us
+Pull up my V is crushed, I blew up the spot
+Wit the twenties that keep spinnin after I stop
+When my bunny step out the car e'rybody watch
+When the Lambo' doors lift up, faces drop
+Somebody daughter fin' ta get fucked tonight
+Cause we fillin up the cars and the trucks tonight, what
+
+[Chorus]
+[Jadakiss]
+C'mon, yeah
+Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
+Niggas is lame and they ain't firin back
+And I don't understand how these young boys be admirin rats
+But don't worry 'bout Kiss, bein a snitch
+Only time I drop a dime when I'm leavin a bitch
+Am I allowed to hit 'em?  These thugs that's actin
+Like slugs is awards and they proud to get 'em
+Nigga how dare chumps; put the pumps to the back of they neck
+And pop 'em just like air bumps
+
+[Prodigy]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+OK let's bang nigga, the fuck you thought?
+P wet behnd the hammer, you get blammed up
+Guns'll shut your mouth, and fuck you up
+My dunns'll raid your crib and rape your slut
+We them real live N.Y. niggas
+We don't play, dead real boy, stay in your place
+'Fore I put skirt on you; a wood box with some dirt on you
+You gotta be kiddin my shottie be spittin
+You hittin light poles tryin to get away from me
+The Continental T'll wrap around a tree
+Fuckin wit P, yeah that brand new exclusive shit
+A polka dot whip, with blood burgandy fits
+[Chorus]
+
+Violator.. Violator nigga, what?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+When I See You[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 you
+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 its 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 comin 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'mma 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) ProdigyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+The One and Only[Verse 1]
+Don P, Colonel 16's
+Captain Bars, man, you could call me whatever the F you feel best
+Just as long as you spell my name right on the checks
+I'ma keep doin' what I do so well
+Truth be told, without money I would still spill
+All of my thoughts onto the beats
+This is my passion, my baby, I breathe, eat, sleep, and shit soul music
+Watch how my song touch you, it's spiritually movin'
+You might wanna cry
+He got a problem with P? He might wanna die
+While I'm so lovable and so humble
+That if you cross me, then you deserve to stumble
+And fall on a Rambo knife
+Look, homie, you obviously don't know me, I'm
+
+[Chorus]
+The one and only, infamous, notorious
+The one and only, infamous, notorious
+The one and only, infamous, notorious
+The one and only, infamous, notorious
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'm Bandana P, the fantastic one
+Reptile, I spit acid, they kyan't done
+I die harder than your average die hardheaded nigga
+I don't learn 'til it's too late and it's early, nigga
+I don't take orders, fold, or break under pressure
+I don't take kindly to strangers or new faces
+It might be the police
+Maybe the Diaz brothers come to get me
+I got a dark sense of humor
+Gotta calm down a lot, I got a hot temper
+I'm tryna change but these people out here push me to engage
+In all types of fuckery, jealous and they envious
+Misery love company they don't really love me
+I had to sever our ties
+Sit back in my jacuzzi watchin' pelicans fly
+Thinkin' back how we used to be on the same page
+I realize now that you nothin' like me, I'm
+[Chorus]
+The one and only, infamous, notorious
+The one and only, infamous, notorious
+The one and only, infamous, notorious
+The one and only, infamous, notorious
+
+[Verse 3]
+My reign at the top don't stop, it's endless
+Watch me crush so-called competition, man, listen
+There is no threat to my position
+These niggas is harmless
+There's no comparison to rap's top shotter, best sellin' author
+Of non-fiction
+You better pray I go easy and thank me for not exposin' your bumba claat
+I could go in on you, but I'm not
+Success is the best revenge
+And I'm fit to show you people how to do this here
+Intelligent, smooth criminal music
+You never lived this life, you can't relate to it
+I'm the chief of all chiefs, the Don of all dons
+The boss of all bosses, the fuckin' warlord
+The grand wizard of bars
+When I die, my tombstone'll read, "He was"
+
+[Chorus]
+The one and only, infamous, notorious
+The one and only, infamous, notorious
+The one and only, infamous, notorious
+The one and only, infamous, notoriousEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Life is What You Make It[Intro:]
+Don't let 'em ever tell you dreams dont come true, Don't ever let them shoot down your dreams. No Dream big! Come here man, look me in my eyes now tell me who will stop me...
+
+[Verse 1:]
+Listen I can burn like the sun
+Or be cool as the moon
+Or depend how I feel at the time
+And my mood could just flip like breezy
+Or be easy like neyo was nothing Like a
+Dub but something like a kilo if I want it I pursue it I don't Let up Till I have it like presto you can call me Mr. Magic
+When I focus
+My attention on the things I desire, those things get
+Acquired no I
+Never get tired I run the longest run and
+I don't fatigue
+What more
+Then what
+I need no this is not greed this is lust for the
+Stuff that
+I See I vision got this picture in my head that leaves with
+Everything Listen
+If it doesn't exist I bring it to existence difference between me and You is this you see obstacles
+I see optical illusions I can not be Slowed down stoped or fooled with
+
+[Hook:]
+Anything that can be done
+I can do it better
+Anything is possible
+I can do whatever
+I chose life is what you make it
+I chose my own path
+Life is what you make of it
+[Verse 2:]
+Listen I believe I can fly on that G-650
+Yeah I know I was born to live affluently
+All this expensive shit is just grown folk toys
+When your swamped with your money and
+You get to enjoy it but the best part
+About my life is all the people
+Who tell me how much they love me
+Yeah I love you too
+Mobb Deep is for life P is forever
+The infinite infamous man is like we never
+Fall short, fall off fall Back theirs never been a
+Team in the history Of rap with this Guinness Book of intelligent hard shiet only thing This game missing is more of
+This mobb shieet your strippers dance on
+Poles of them strip songs but In the car on the way home she puts on
+That HNIC
+Back to the real world
+Back to reality
+
+[Hook:]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Live[Intro]
+Yes, welcome back, to Infamous radio, 3-57 FM
+I'd like to thank all the callers that called in earlier
+The love is much appreciated
+Ladies call up, the request lines are still open
+We playin' whatever you wanna hear
+Right now, we got a special request
+Gonna play this young man record right here
+It's kind of fresh
+
+[Verse 1]
+Over here we tie your ass up to a chair
+And throw bricks at you top speed for ya head
+Slow pain, torture style
+Better hope one of these shits knock you out
+I enjoy watching you suffer, scream, shout
+And all that badman shit out the window
+And while he gone, Im having his bimbo
+Life is ill, and it make sharp turns bro
+Niggas is foul, they run up on you quick loc
+Niggas is foul, they run up on you quick loc, and
+Light you up, stop your green
+From going any further, now you don't think
+So tough, you think you so tough?
+You need to be cool and just get your bucks
+Should've been cool and just got the ones
+Network with the thugs, that's all soaked in bread
+Money attract women, and have you (???) in
+But loyalty is everything, you unloyal piece of shit
+Ungrateful, son of a ho
+Your baby mama callin it dumb
+Fucked up the dough
+[Hook]
+Now ain't that a bitch
+That's life, fuck that live
+I'm nice I'm high off this
+Get right
+Do it up big, this life
+Get right live
+(x2)
+
+[Verse 2]
+And let die, just let go and let god
+You be alright just cool man, calm
+Anybody violate us, we bomb
+Nigga wrong gonna do that? He dumb
+Anybody that foolish, need scars
+Permanent reminders
+Got 'em all sick cause I spit like the virus
+Boy If I get up on my shit say goodbye-us
+Time for you to meet your maker, don't cry-us
+It's a little bit too late now for that cryin'
+I'm the fly thug poster boy
+I rap for every young scrap up in the joint
+I rhyme for every time my pockets was empty
+Now I pop Don, pour some in the street
+In memory of the old me
+The one and only
+R.I.P
+[Hook]
+(x2)
+
+[Outro]
+Yes, wild man, I really love this record, Ernie
+Ernie we got to play this more often
+This young man needs.. He's just... he just bitchin'
+Can I say that on the radio? yeah
+Callers call up, we still have tickets available
+For this year's summer cornrow contacts
+Right in the projects
+B.Y.O.B
+Bring your own bottle bitch
+Now hurry up and call
+Tickets are runnin' out real fast
+We're gonna get into the music right now, keept it going
+It's infamous, 3-5-7
+Don't touch that dial
+I'll blow your motherfucking hand off
+Nah I'm just kiddin, you know we playin'
+All right we'll be right backEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Click Clack(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"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+R.I.P.[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+Nobody can't stop our rain
+I don't bend, I don't break
+Too much dough to ever go broke
+Too much champagne to use flutes
+I'm straight from the bottle like a genie hoop
+Grant you death wishes
+I don't dance, I just do this
+Burn it down, I smell Piff
+I post it up
+Like an advertisment for a gangsta flick
+She like that, I'm smoother
+She's used to dudes trying to seduce her
+I tell her straight up let's move towards the exit
+So I can put her high-heeled shoes up
+On the roof of the hard head coupe
+She want me for me, and you for loot
+You goof troop, I'm all
+Throughout the globe, you're a local star
+Stay in your lane and get folded
+Wrapped up like tour bus promotion
+You're a flop, when your album drop
+It's like dropping a brick into the ocean
+
+[Verse 2: Havoc]
+Daytime drama, niggas get soaked
+Washed up good, blood stained clothes
+I'm OD reckless
+Out of left field my team'll just wet this
+You ain't gotta like it but respect it
+You ain't gotta fight it, just let it
+What's good, everything Gucci 'til
+I gotta give to them raw like sushi bill
+Get his coofie pill
+I'm that nigga, bitches choose me still
+Left my penthouse with a swollen jaw
+I'm everything you can't be it's hopeless
+Like a penny with a hole in it, oh shit
+Worthless, and I'm just perfect
+On purpose, Hav at your service
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+Any towels out there B?
+Bring your album out
+Come on B
+I'm foul with a gorgeous neck
+Dusted and style, a half moon
+...protect me
+Bruce Lee glasses in the Aston
+Sipping a half a glass of Coke
+Wile out for last year
+Money stronger, Benz longer
+Jetting to the Teeter Barrel
+Two sprinters along
+Ghost catch me in your pocket
+Other than that, up in the stockage
+Wool ridge jacket on the pop
+No funny money, my bunny Colombian
+Thick back, grey eyes, and she got no stomach
+Pull out the wiper and sweep
+Drop it out the window
+My kin'll blow you right to sleep
+We professionals, grabbing our testicles
+Who wanna battle, bring your burners and geckos
+I'm sure to have fun on you young niggas
+I'm not a hater, or can't stand on my man to man 'emEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Get Back***Also appears on Tragedy Khadafi - Thug Matrix II - The Fugitive
+
+(Prodigy)
+Know sometimes you just got to show niggas how you do things
+That shit hurt . . .time will tell like my nigga Illa Ghee always said
+I love all my niggas, I swear cross my heart hope to die (alright)
+Hear me out, put a bullet in your mind
+
+(Prodigy Verse)
+Yo thun they caught me from the blind side me the Pee
+The one who spread love, me I never shit on my peeps
+I never left my dogs out in the cold
+I extended my hand with compassion, you extended yours in war
+Cool fuck it, y'all snakey mother fuckers
+Gonna learn how this nigga rock quiet storm niggas
+Leave you shot for dead, nigga I'll rot your flesh
+By myself come for delf and just pop your head
+Now have a good night you snake skin bastard
+See you at the crossroads faggot
+And in the mean time and in between time
+Pee will be layed up with more shines, more dollars for more nines
+More boxes of talons to put in your spine
+You cross me nigga you lost your mind
+Scratch that you never knew from the start
+So I forgive you, after you die squirmish, shots burneth
+(Prodigy Hook:)
+Thun the get back, is so sweet
+The taste of revenge your blood on the street
+It's called payback for that shit you pulled
+I don't respect your gangsta my guns explode
+Thun the get back (yeah), is so sweet
+The taste of revenge your blood on the street
+It's called payback for that shit you did
+Two wrongs don't make it right, it make it even BITCH
+
+(Ammo Verse)
+Son we chose life fast, and niggas kept stuntin'
+Had to show our ass straight up explode right fast
+It sounds cold but we roll like that
+Rippin' rats finished off our path, we was close like that
+All them nights that we threw back yak
+Who would thought he do me like that straight leave me flat
+Niggas ain't never feed me black, wanna see me clap
+Blood filling up the cement crack
+Straight snakes and I resent that I fall back try to prevent that
+Try not to be bent at, foul atmosphere
+Stunning what's happening here
+Got me 'bout to dumb out dumping out Macs in here
+Niggas catch a hot one, fucking with Am this year
+Wet every man in here vengence lost my senses
+Y'all start quarrels I end it
+And show up at your wake full of sorrow pretending
+To blend in
+(Prodigy Hook:)
+Thun the get back, is so sweet
+The taste of revenge your blood on the street
+It's called payback for that shit you pulled
+I don't respect your gangsta my guns explode
+Thun the get back (yeah), is so sweet
+The taste of revenge your blood on the street
+It's called payback for that shit you did
+Two wrongs don't make it right, it make it even BITCH
+
+(Tragedy Khadafi Verse)
+Yo I blow holes in ?moschinos?, splash niggas in they mink ?stoles?
+Down to their Kenneth Coles, fuck model bitches center fold
+Never love a ho, you got guns let it go my nigga let it blow
+And what had killed you is what you don't know
+It's two-five goodfellas gettin' dough
+Yo my mom chose dope made love to the needle
+I caught 'em fuckin numerous times and turned evil
+Back in '89 you can say I'm trapped in tme
+Still thirsty like a little nigga dying to sihne
+Baby moms said I got issues, too many problems
+I rock timbs 'til my socks turn orange
+Do a nigga dirty, relate to the unworthy
+A young G with Q-T and black shirty
+I've been nice since lee pin stripes and britsh knights
+Fore' building razor tag and sword fights
+Niggas see the light when they start losing pints
+You can die by the gun or the knife
+And I'm nice with both, coming at me with the wrong approach
+Don't make me Arab neck tie your throat, you bitch nigga!!
+(Prodigy Hook: To Fade)
+Thun the get back, is so sweet
+The taste of revenge your blood on the street
+It's called payback for that shit you pulled
+I don't respect your gangsta my guns explode
+Thun the get back (yeah), is so sweet
+The taste of revenge your blood on the street
+It's called payback for that shit you did
+Two wrongs don't make it right, it make it even BITCHEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Warning: I Don’t Fuck With Prison Surprise (Excerpt From Commissary Kitchen)When I first got to Rikers Island, I met this one dude. I forget his name, but he was a little Guyanese kid. He knew one of my mans on the street, and was like, “Yo I know so-and-so!” And I was like, “Aight, wassup.”
+
+So he was cooking and he was like, “I want to show you how to make this shit.” He was right about it being “shit.” It’s called Prison Surprise in most prisons, and inmates modify it however they want. So I tried it, and it tasted like shit. Then I went to lay down and go to sleep hours later. All of a sudden I was feeling nauseous.
+
+I was like, why am I feeling so fucked up? I started sweating, like I was sweating bullets! I’m like yo, what the fuck? Why I’m sweating like this? Then I just started throwing up. I ain’t know what was wrong with me, but I figured something must have been in that food I just ate. I caught the ill food poisoning or something real quick, yo. So I threw up like three times, and then they took me to the infirmary and just gave me an IV. That was my first day there!
+
+At that point, I was like, I’m never eating somebody’s creation ever again. Don’t make me nothing. A lot of people fuck with prison surprise. I’m not one of those people. But if you wanna be stupid enough to try it, I have the recipe for you.
+
+P’s Don’t Try
+This At Home
+Prison Surprise
+• Ramen noodles
+• Doritos (you could also substitute with Cheez-Its or sliced cheese)
+• Jack Mack (tuna works fine too)
+• Hot sauce
+
+Open the can of Jack Mack, and rinse the fish off gently. Take a bowl of water and microwave it for a minute or until it boils. Throw in Ramen noodles and stir it. Grab the chips and crush them up until they’re a fine powder and mix them in with cooked Ramen noodles. It’ll make like a cheese sauce. Throw in the Jack Mack, and then you eat it. Good luck, yo.From commissary kitchen: my infamous prison cookbook published by Infamous Books.
+
+You can download the audio version of commissary kitchen: my infamous prison cookbook for free on AmazonEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Do It[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+P
+Pack up
+All you out your league
+I be the Head Nigga In Charge
+Y'all be the niggas under me
+This is my house
+What the fuck you think
+You get spanked comin up in my shit
+I run this
+My shit pop like them white boys on MTV
+Your shit sound weak when its played after me
+There is no competition
+I'm the number 1 album of 2000
+Cause your shits suck
+Me and Hav be the best niggas to ever do it
+What you think its just music
+We live this shit
+We from the soil the dirt the grain the pain
+It still hurts
+You can never satisfy my thirst
+Y'all niggas had best disperse
+I charge niggas with intent
+You ain't gangstas
+Go ahead jump and get plucked nigga
+My guns buck and we love to fuck niggas up
+[Hook: Prodigy]
+If yall niggas want to get at P
+Do it
+You got problems you want it with me
+Come one
+If you gangstas, gangbangers, thugs what
+Do it do it come on do it
+If the ladies want to holla at P
+Do it
+Gettin hot you want to slide with me
+Come on
+For my mamis honeys big body bunnies
+Come on come on do it
+
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+And the shit that kill me
+Is radio be acting like they can't feel me
+Said we too filthy
+We uncensored
+Not to mention all the drama and tension
+When we step in
+Your event get shut down when we dumb out
+We got good hearts though we ain't start the bout
+We just brawled em out and hauled em out
+Promoters get scared and put on the lights for the house
+Dun we just tryin to have fun
+Boo at the ladies and possibly get in the jump
+You crazy
+You get blown open son
+You tried to stop that flow on a big showboat and got cut the most
+While your dogs afloat
+Me and mines keep partyin and sparkin dope
+Its simple
+P is not to be fucked with
+Put your thugs up put your guns up and shit
+[Hook: Prodigy]
+If yall niggas want to get at P
+Do it
+You got problems you want it with me
+Come one
+If you gangstas, gangbangers, thugs what
+Do it do it come on do it
+If the ladies want to holla at P
+Do it
+Gettin hot you want to slide with me
+Come on
+For my mamis honeys big body bunnies
+Come on come on do itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Skull & Bones[Verse 1:]
+I am not what you thought, I am all seeing
+I am the top of New York
+This is Empire State boss shit
+I endorse violence in the worst form
+Bring it on, I implore
+I am more than your worst nightmare
+I am the Devil
+On my level you could never be jeez
+I am God, I am perplexin
+Mind boggling hard, I am P, Infamous Mobb Deep
+And who are yall? Who are you? Nobody
+What are we? Everything
+Every rapper in the hip hop game wish to be
+R.I.P. , grand wizard of the sixteens
+That bust like elephant guns
+And blow up magazines
+I shine, Illuminate, yeah my aura is awesome
+Illuminati is us, we are the origin
+Of all enlightenment
+These pirates stole our shit
+So now you know
+Skulls and bones
+
+[Hook:]
+Scalpel, scalp you
+Skin the pussy alive
+All they find is you
+Skull & Bones (Repeat 4x)
+Red box cutter
+I will box cut ya
+Do you like... all they find is your
+Skull & Bones (Repeat 4x)
+[Verse 2:]
+I am not what you assume
+I am a fucking terror
+When you ever make a move
+I am angel dust smoke
+Please light up my fuse
+These niggas is pussy, word to mommy I would do
+Niggas filthy, I am really the things that I rap
+You just a custee, trust me
+You won't want that
+I am Ron Artest, Jermaine O'Neal
+Fuck a fan up bloody, all they gon' do is tell
+I be all knowing, you niggas structures ain't built
+You's a gang of glass joes, I will shatter and kill
+R.I.P. , grand wizard of the sixteens
+That spit like 40 sevens and 50 cal's
+I bang, I shine, illuminate
+Yeah my aura is awesome
+Illuminati is us, we are the origin
+Of all enlightenment
+These pirates stole our shit
+So now you know
+Skulls and bones
+
+[Hook:]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Gangsta LoveBaby you the type love only come around once
+Babe girl you my world, you my soul
+Blood in my flesh, you ain't never gotta stress
+Relax, I ain't never gonna leave you or mislead you
+Cross my heart hope to die, with needles in my eyes
+God created us for each other
+We tougher than all the others
+We the best, you and I, competition
+Nah, we got them by a land slide
+Up in the G5, drunk off of love
+Swerving, got the plane ribbons in the sky
+I never thought I, would come home from jail
+And fall in love with baby girl
+Look, fuck what you heard, look think of all
+While we laughing so hard, we might piss our past
+Look, the echelon that we on is beyond anything they dream
+You the queen of hearts and I'm the king
+
+Oh, you're gonna say some shit
+Like he's not the one for me
+When everynight he's here for me
+I won't let him down, I won't never, never leave his sight
+He's my angel, my whole
+He's my gangsta loving, he's my gangsta loving
+He's my gangsta lover, a gangsta lover, lover, lover
+When I first met you, I ain't digging you'll want me
+My lifestyle too hood, my music too
+That New York bullshit yeah, I'll be on it
+Ice cold blood, some say I'm black hearted
+But you sorta guarded me, show me what a real love is
+In a true romance
+I would never leave you, you give me so much strength
+I need you to live, and would much rather die
+Than to be without you
+I'm so attached to you, can't breathe without you
+When people try to break us up, you're not caring
+You turn they volume down cause you ain't tryina to hear it
+They can't tell a thing about you baby
+Look, the echelon that we on is beyond anything they wildest dreams
+You the queen of hearts and I'm the king
+Baby, you're the one I wanna love, the one I wanna trust
+The one I wanna kiss, the one I wanna touch
+And now, I only, through the haters baby
+'Cause they put a G just to lie, I bet you keep g'd on me
+Make me feel like I'm the only one, that you ever love
+But you are, ever love
+He's my gangsta loving, he's my gangsta loving
+He's my gangsta lover, a gangsta lover, lover, lover
+
+Oh, you're gonna say some shit
+Like he's not the one for me
+When everynight he's here for me
+I won't let him down, I won't never, never leave his sight
+He's my angel, my whole
+He's my gangsta loving, he's my gangsta loving
+He's my gangsta lover, a gangsta lover, lover, loverEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Anita(These lyrics are far from perfect. I couldn't find them anywhere on the web, so I decided to write what I heard. Any suggestions are welcome)
+
+Yeah, just found out though…
+I’ll be right back, darling
+
+[Verse 1 - Prodigy]
+
+What’s up, gorgeous, beautiful
+My sweet sister?
+I spotted you, Out of thousands
+From out the crowd
+You were glowing in the dark
+Your lights spark the most bright
+Can we conversate? Rapper tastes
+That’d be alright - Cool
+My name is P and listen
+I ain’t tryin’ a G
+But you’re the most sexy
+And plus, you always kill me
+I saw you stressin
+While I was going on the stage – rapping
+But you got it twisted
+Cause you’re the star of this show
+Hey, let’s get away
+Bounce to another place
+Where we can have space to share drinks
+What’s up ma what you think?
+Let’s make it happen
+Is it you about it?
+Should I forget about it?
+Should I forget about it, and end it now before I get shot down
+See, Reply with those bedroom eyes, that I was the god
+She was waiting for, for a very long time
+I told I was bouncing in the morning at nine
+Let’s take advantage of the moment, while we still have time
+Spring colors got you looking like a piece of candy
+Let me unwrap that and taste that
+Just give me what you can’t get back
+[Verse 2 - Prodigy]
+
+Hey, sunshine, we both had a wonderful time
+But you ain’t gotta stress, I see you when I’m back on the side
+My friend’s got your girlfriends number
+We keep in touch, love
+Hey, don’t you hate it when girl loves?
+She’s wanna be - more hugs and kisses?
+I ain’t with it
+I like a chick. When she only wants to did it
+She get it
+Then I say …
+…
+We like ‘em thick
+We only love ‘em when they comin out they outfit, (?)
+And love ‘em most when they swallow…
+P that type that have a lady-cop take off a gun-belt
+Work magic with a female
+It’s only real, I’ll be fail
+It’s hard not to
+Cold hearted down’s got to
+Melt down and show me proper
+Cause when I speak it’s like pimp
+When he built a stable
+And when I boom boom I tranq them I turn them straight thun and leave them ... like how the earth's supposed to do P play the sun and how you heat it when I make moves
+Cause I never sleep with it
+I’m not your hubby
+Fuck around
+Close my eyes and wake up – with no money
+Baby mothers keep throwing numbers at me
+Told me to page her
+I told them I call
+…
+She used to say “infamous”
+Was her man’s favorite CD
+Her daughter’s dad driving everywhere – bumping on me
+Every third day on week
+I knock his lady down to sleep
+Climax it, sneaking out the room listening
+It ain’t my fault
+Take your pain out on your man
+I’m only being myselfEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+My AngelOh, baby I'm talking to you
+U-u-uh, yeah
+I would buy anything you sell, follow you to hell
+You got me actin' over in myself
+Don't drop me, cause I'm in the palm of your hand
+My boys laughed at me, I don't even care
+How may it sound
+I'm just being real, well
+I'ma speak from the heart
+I'ma be sincere
+You seem to be the type I could love for life
+I'm tryna found out for myself
+See if I'm right baby
+You're killin em close
+You'd be dressing your ass off
+Hair and your nails looking fresh from salon
+You ain't got to be on TV or magazines
+From my POV (point of view), you're a star to me
+Can I, may I get your autograph
+Or perhaps you could put your number under your name
+And give the young man a chance to prove you
+Worth a young woman such as yourself
+If I'm deserved it?
+
+Oh, girl
+Aren't you the baby I can't get enough of?
+You my angel, yeah
+Thug angel!
+Oh girl, oh
+I can't get enough of you
+Come here baby (I need you), yeah
+Thug angel!
+There goes my baby, my lady, my heart beat
+She the blur circulating
+Do my thing, she the torch in my brain
+It go lavish trap for so long to obtain
+'Cause yo dope, she mine
+If I want her kit, got to treat her everyday as if
+We just met, and she treat me the same
+Smile on her face when I walk
+Inside the room, nothing else matters
+Everyday silouhettes, the only living colors
+Is me and my bitch
+Come here, give me kiss and your real hug too
+They jealous, they tell us to get a room
+But everyways I'm loveless, and I swear
+We could make love right here
+Get my soft candy, I unwrap you
+And then pop it in, the flavour everlasting
+
+Oh, girl
+Aren't you the baby I can't get enough of?
+You my angel, yeah
+Thug angel!
+Oh girl, oh
+Come here
+I can't get enough of you
+Come here baby (I need you), yeah
+Thug angel!
+My baby like a simple bass, to give her happiness
+She not into all of that, she ain't into all of this
+I think we found the rest
+And growing all together is in our future
+Love chow, waw, orgy, gorgeous
+Flawless
+She's all that I'm wanting when I'm boring
+To my thugs, when we hang out in the clubs
+Cause I turned down all thet upper brothers
+But, to her I'm the best thing
+Since sex is been here
+She cry when I'm in it, 'cause
+It feels so good, like ball beauty
+I doubt that you ever found another like mine
+And I'll never ours
+So if we split, then we both had a loss
+Your my soft candy , I unwrap you
+And then pop it in, the flavour long lasting
+
+Oh, girl
+Aren't you the baby I can't get enough of?
+You my angel, yeah
+Thug angel!
+Oh girl, oh
+Come here
+I can't get enough of you
+Come here baby (I need you), yeah
+Thug angel!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Money is a WeaponYo, Al hold up son, go into the files son
+The chemistry file son, you know what I mean? The secret, top secret files, pull out some exclusives son...
+
+This.. is... an exclusive...
+V.I.P and all that gangsta shit man...
+Run out and go get a whole boxload of them shits, so you can pass it out to everybody in the hood son, you know what I mean? They're gonna thank later
+Infamous soldiers, G-Unit motherfucking Guerillas, you heard?
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+
+Ever since 50 Cent signed Mobb Deep
+The dollars started pouring and the niggas wanna creep
+First thing I did, was buy a bomb proof truck
+Because mad that my comrades was murdered in they trucks
+Parked up, smoking blunts, they didn't see it coming
+Imma' live for all of my niggas that bit the bullet
+Wish they could see me now, with hundreds of thou's
+In a safebox, a few of them would try to take me out
+Possibly, because paper makes everything change
+Especially the mills, popping these pills
+Just to calm me down, I'm anxious for the sounds
+Of gunfire rounds, I cut a nigga down
+Like the rainforests, you be alone in the woods
+You a lost sheep, I'm a whole pack of wolves
+Straight jaro meat, dunn dunn, you dinn dinn
+And I don't go to sleep when that nigga write his shit
+[Hook]
+
+Money makes hearts turn cold, friends turn foes
+When jewelry get froze, women turn hoes
+Some people turn snitch, and state evidence
+Damn this money is a son of a bitch
+Don't you know it makes the good die young
+Money buy guns, because paranoia comes
+Along with those bucks
+You better watch your back, your side and your front
+Because money is a weapon, it'll fuck you up
+
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+
+I remember way before G-Unit, Aftermath, Shady
+The hatred was brewing, because of my crazy
+Jewelry and cars, nigga try and play me
+Make me pop the hood, and pop go his Yankee
+But lately, ever since all this new cash
+It's a new level of hate, give me new reasons to grab
+Triggers on these niggas
+Jealous because I got the same car that you saw
+At the magazine store
+Look like you got the jewels from the back of The Source
+This shit from the district, nigga I floss
+Avianne watch and David bling
+Got me fucking up heads, because my diamonds is pink
+Little honey wants to spread her legs and get fucked
+By a rich gangsta rapper, that's what's up
+But you gotta stay on point, because bitches like her
+Just reel a nigga in, and set a nigga up
+
+[Hook]
+
+Money makes hearts turn cold, friends turn foes
+When jewelry get froze, women turn hoes
+Some people turn snitch, and state evidence
+Damn this money is a son of a bitch
+Don't you know it makes the good die young
+Money buy guns, because paranoia comes
+Along with those bucks
+You better watch your back, your side and your front
+Because money is a weapon, it'll fuck you upEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The DoughIntro: Yeah yeah...
+You know we always gonna come through
+Not playing no games or whatever
+Yeah yeah, that's right
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+Yo I'm up 4 in the morning making some new shit
+I just keep going and going when everybody quit
+I don't stop I'm a fiend, way more than Rakim
+It's not the mic that I like, it's the song when it's finished
+Niggas can't seem to rock it, but I be in the pocket
+Your rap doesn't flow with the beat, you need to stop it
+They buying into my story because my shit real
+You never do what you say, that's why you don't sell
+I ain't beefing on a record, somebody gonna die
+And you can beef about it when you read about in the Times
+Ain't no bullshitting nigga I'm a rare species
+Every ten years they make a nigga like P'
+
+[Hook]
+Imma slow it down, so you can hear me out
+And really really listen and see what I'm about
+You feel me on the right, you feel my on the left
+They feel me in the back...
+It's all about the dough, that's how we stay alive
+I like to see you try to eat and you ain't got a dime
+It's all about the dough, that's how we stay alive
+I like to see you try to eat and you ain't got a dime
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+All I do is wake up and make hits
+At 15 I mastered the 16 bars, with some henny and a spliff
+Now you can't tell me shit
+Give me one hour with a dope ass beat, and I'll show you how to spit
+You ain't got no war stories, nigga you ain't got shit
+Because we ain't trying to hear your little songs for the chicks
+And that bitch want it hard not a RnB thug
+She like it real rough, nigga you the sweet stuff
+Ha, cream puff nigga, I need you
+So they can tell the difference between me and you
+Yo I wake up every morning and I write a new smash
+I don't do this for the radio I do this for the fans
+Do it for the block
+This is for my niggas that's locked up in a box
+In the maxi max, that's the penitentiary
+My pen will never cease
+Shit my pops gave ten years, to the federales
+From Georgia to Cali, He broke out of L.A County
+With the cuffs on, my pops was rowdy
+Then caught him out in San Jose, you know the bounties
+If you can see me now, living like the sallies
+
+[Hook]
+
+Outro:
+Yo we gonna get this money real quick
+Fuck what you talking about...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bars & Hooks (Intro)[Bars-N-Hooks]
+Yeah, yeah
+Yo, yo
+Keep your gun close
+Fuck is up? huh
+This is what y'all be waitin' for, man
+Yeah
+The wait is over, man
+It's over, nigga
+P told me come out here and fill y'all niggas out, man
+What up, man?
+What up, what up? huh
+Y'all feel him or what?
+My bitches, My niggas
+Huh?
+Tuck your chain in
+Yo, I don't think y'all faggot niggas wanna be here, man
+It's time, man
+Our truth
+Our truth, nigga
+It's about to get real
+Very real, boy
+Y'all niggas move out that way, man
+Infamous Mobb and things, Bars-n-Hooks
+Infamous Records
+Nigga
+We independent
+Small time ass niggas
+Y'all niggas know what y'all gettin' right now man? HNIC man
+We shuttin' it down
+We gon' tear shit down
+The HNIC, man
+Get your razors ready
+Check this shit, man
+Check this shit, man
+The wait is over
+Y'all ready?
+Come onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Gun Love[Intro: Prodigy & Claudja Barry]
+You
+This here
+A true story
+You and me, Baby
+We belong together
+You might learn from it
+We were made for each other
+You really can get it on
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy & Claudja Barry]
+Yo, it seems like yesterday when we first met (You)
+I was only six but you was much older
+We got more tight during the latter part of my life
+We spent nights sittin’ in the crib gettin’ right
+You hold me down when times is most foul
+I held you underneath a tight belt
+There were nights I needed you most
+And you held back
+Stuck up for me, maybe I was going too fast
+I had to stop, figure why you wouldn’t perform
+Took it slow, put you back in effect to get it on
+My confidant, my right hand, my left hand
+You brought the tears outta every man
+The way you feel in my palms
+Puts me under your charm
+Affect a nigga to the point of losing his calm
+I know you outside and in
+I could take you apart
+Put you back together again
+Wash your body parts, oil your skin
+Way beyond lovers, we was close friends
+[Break]
+Don’t, don’t, don’t hurt me again
+
+[Verse 2]
+As time flew by, the both of us grew in size
+’89 you were sixteen, we used to take flicks posing
+Respect you more by the moment
+Then I knew it wasn’t lust I was feeling
+We’ve been through so much
+Sometimes I have to talk to my dunn
+He told me chill the fuck out
+It’s just a G-U-N love
+
+[Refrain]
+Don’t, don't  hurt me again
+Don’t ,don’t, don't, hurt me again
+(its the G-U-N love)
+Don’t don’t hurt me again
+(Told me chill the fuck out it’s just the G-U-N love, it's real
+It's like this)
+
+[Verse 3]
+Awww shit, my mom busted in caught me feelin' you
+Remember that shit, she caught us layin' in the bedroom
+But those were the good old days with no trouble
+Now it's 1992, things start to crumble
+Couldn’t separate us for shit, cause we was corrupt
+That shit don’t mix, now here come the handcuffs
+They took us both in, locked up
+Then we had to part, shit I got out
+But kept you for past charges
+Cause I found out the last nigga you dealt with
+Was wilding, out in CPT
+They thought it was me
+I reminisce days I used tot take you out for no reason
+And just to be with you, Hun
+Young, dumb and full of cum
+I used to flash, you was mine
+But now I’m no better
+I used to be real foul and let Noyd hit her
+How about the train when you went down my pants' leg
+Indecent exposure, if Jakes woulda seen it
+You was hot and ready to pop, at any given moment
+Woulda took a man's life for me if I chose it
+You kept your silence and that’s what I liked the most
+Until it was time for you to step up ,you kept it shut
+I can’t help but to think back on how it was
+That type of shit remind me of my G-U-N love is bugged
+[Break]
+Don’t, don’t hurt me again
+
+[Verse 4]
+Gun jones, in case you ain’t know: well here it go
+I’m speaking of my deep passion for pistols
+At first, it was like a teenage love
+Now it’s much more real while I’m handling ‘em
+I keep a few now in case I gotta turn one loose
+I’m doing shows for delf now, holding myself down, nigga
+It’s cause of ya mouth, it’s why you fell **blaow**
+He lost all of the strength in his legs then fell down
+See, thug ain’t a look, it’s a way of life
+And see the guns, that’s how the benevolent survive
+I protect what’s positive and it’s kept me alive
+Remember, we rule with a iron rod
+That be the nines and the multiple guns that negative make
+We took those, and beat the devil at his own game
+So why you grillin’ me? Wrinkling up your face posing?
+Walking with a extra bop because you holding
+Pulling your pants' legs up like you about to jump
+I know how you feel, Cuzzo
+You really not a punk
+But don’t let your emotions take over your thought
+Don’t get yourself murdered over G-U-N love
+You heard? Are you listening?
+Wisen up ‘fore you wind up bleedin’ and missin’
+Its real…
+[Outro]
+Gun love
+See guns, is made for warfare
+And the destruction of what's good and positive
+You see, it's time for that shit to turn around though
+Devils got us out here, pointing our weapons at each other
+Diverting our attention from what's realEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Field Marshal P(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 salute (salute)
+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 shooters 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 you done
+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) ProdigyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Get Money(Get in, get in, don't stop, get in)
+
+[Verse 1:]
+Nigga duck and dodger from the la I told 'em how to
+Duggie when my jamie gets bust in
+All your sweat get floody
+We just met cause he ugly and my girl
+She a bunny, yeah she only jump on me
+Yeah she oly jump in front me
+What's the... You know we only came right here for...
+Don't let your pride get in your way
+I don't know why, nigga behave...
+Look to me, like they wanna die
+Must be medication time, steping thirty
+Niggas very, come as fuck remain calm
+My... Refuse get in the line
+... On his neck
+Do you... Bang with the best?
+Nigga they rap, going to slap
+I would do mali step
+Murder that, who you?
+I ain't never heard of that
+... Me and whale like...
+My future's pay for it, I'm never home
+I stay tour, I stay long
+My audio's like cardio
+I'm so strong, I pinballs and great...
+I crack your fucking face clam
+You Boogz, you fat nigga came at me with that nice line
+[Hook: Boogz Boogetz]
+Get money (x10)
+I get money (x4)
+She get money
+We got money
+Get money (x10)
+I get money (x4)
+She get money
+We got money
+Get money, get money
+
+[Verse 2:]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Change[Verse 1]
+There are two kinds of people in this world
+Those who make things happen and those who just watch and copy off of us
+I get my rush makin brush styles
+They simulate me but imitation is the highest form of flattery
+So gas me kid wit your blandishment
+It only makes me realize how much you really on my dick
+Suckin all the flavor off of my love like you's a bitch
+Save something for my chick but go ahead get yo licks
+I've been doing this since Makavelli made hits
+Biggie Smalls said, "and Mobb Deep started dun language"
+40 inch chains and Hennessy
+Shootin videos in them projects in Queens
+
+[Hook]
+Nothing stays the same, hip-hop goes through eras my man
+The only thing constant is change
+Now ask yourself, are you a follower or a leader?
+Leaders create and followers just follow the leaders
+
+[Verse 2]
+We used to rock certified suits and Timbaland boots
+Avirex leather jackets with the bandana hoop
+Snatch the chain off yo neck, the definition of swag
+Who else but Brooklyn and Queens where all my thugs at?
+Out in California also
+Those where the days when pussy niggas couldn't rap
+They was too afraid to get up on the stage and rock for the hood
+Cause the hood was the only crowd there was
+Some niggas are stuck in that time zone
+They can't adapt or get none of this neo dough
+Hope you saved up while you was high and had your run
+Cause the clock ran out and your 15 is done
+[Hook]
+Nothing stays the same, hip-hop goes through eras my man
+The only thing constant is change
+Now ask yourself, are you a follower or a leader?
+Leaders create and followers just follow the leaders
+
+[Verse 3]
+I see a bunch of nonsense in the game right now
+It's a whole gang of garbage and copycat styles
+Step yo game up, step yo brain up, go get a dame
+She deserved to live that life of the rich and famous
+Not the life of the dummy lame fucks
+That ass deserve expensive seats and dressed up in the finest threads, that designer shit
+Diamonds are strictly for women, yea that's the new trend
+Stop acting like a bitch and take the crystals off
+And get that glass off yo wrists and stop makin rap songs
+You's a certified thrown ball, straight ass
+Even if you was a gangsta, your music still trash, look
+
+[Hook]
+Nothing stays the same, hip-hop goes through eras my man
+The only thing constant is change
+Now ask yourself, are you a follower or a leader?
+Leaders create and followers just follow the leadersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Not A Stan(Verse 1)
+When I'm pissed off I listen to Mobb Deep
+My pain goes away, my tension is released
+Cause P understands me and Havoc knows best
+They tellin my whole life with that shit they said
+When my lady start beefin I turn em up louder to drown out the sound of her voice
+Oh you hear the sounds of the infamous Empire State Boys
+I vicariously live thru they story
+You, say I'm a Stan but I beg to differ
+I'm just a real nigga, recognize real when I
+See it or hear it, it's very distinctive
+You can't make this shit up, you can't fake it
+So instead of killin somebody I just sing along
+Make me wanna go catch a body but then I get calm
+Cause Prodigy said to make love not war
+So even though the music is murder I stay on
+My peaceful shit, just leave me alone I feel like a teenager in my room, danger zone
+Just give me a little space and let me cool off with my favorite collection of songs
+
+(Verse 2)
+When life gets hard I listen to the Mobb
+So even if I'm broke I still got songs
+To fix my emotions and get my mind right
+So if things go left I'mma be alright
+Even on my deathbed
+The last thing I wanna hear before I sign out Is that Queen shit, I've got 99 problems but my music ain't one
+Look I can't find a job and my bitch cheatin son
+I can't afford a whip so I ride the train
+With my headphones on, in another world man
+Havoc said I could shit on the world
+Once I start 4 wheelin I'mma find another girl
+That's why I pay attention to the lyrics cause everything they say is all realist
+When niggas argue about the best rap groups I'll be damn near, ready to fight for my dudes
+Fuck top 5, my niggas top 3 Mobb Deep last longer than tomorrow, you'll see
+Everybody else just a bunch of wannabes
+They wanna be like Hav and be like P
+(Verse 3)
+Whenever I feel like I just wanna quit I vibe with the most infamous there is
+Cause these other dudes soft, I can't relate
+Mobb Deep is my proverbial therapy
+They the voice of the ghetto
+These other rappers only speak for the corporate world
+That's why they can't get no, Space in my mp3
+It's no room for the garbage they tryna sell me
+Dom Perignon, P bars, get me hype and remind me that I could do whatever in life
+Different people find motivation in different things
+When I was locked up it was HNIC he
+Gave me the strength to make it out alive
+So when P got locked up you know I had to strive
+Just to show my respect to the man that raised me
+With music thats one of a kind and trailblazing
+He wrote me back, I almost passed out
+See I knew he was down to earth, I never had doubts
+Your punch lines and metaphors is cool
+But when it come to just being dope Mobb Deep ruleEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Still SlavesYeah, yeah
+Uh huh
+It's just another war story from a thirsty young hustler
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+Yo, you could spend your whole lifetime hating on P
+You can't stop my flow just watch how I eat
+All the bacon, all the bread, all the cheese
+Observe as I drop me another one of these
+While you running your lips, I'm gunning the transmission
+In some shit that's real expensive
+While you're telling the world you point of view
+The facts still remain, it's time for my crew
+Yeah time for the dunn shine
+Just look at how blind the over the truth
+To set for your mind
+Yeah the truth hurt don't it
+Your origin is diseased, my origin is Godly
+The Gods must be crazy, for leaving me to deal with this mess
+All this pain and stress, fuck it they're paying me
+These crackers, calling me on kinds of niggas for years
+They wiped the Indians out, they're crying crocodile tears
+Because...
+
+[Hook]
+We still slaves, we still slaves
+I'm a slave for the dough, I'm a slave for the pay
+They took the chain off our neck and put it on our brain
+They took the chain off our wrists and put it on our brain
+We still slaves, nigga we still slaves
+I'm a slave for the dough, I'm a slave for the pay
+They took the chain off our feet and put it on our brain
+They took the chain off our wrists, put it on our brain
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+They've spent over a thousand years hating on P
+But they couldn't stop me, I manifest destiny
+Of the young black youth, and blacked out coupe
+Niggas on their grind to buy a little food
+We the kings of the Earth, God is a black woman
+That nigga on that cross, I don't know him
+But I know this, the size of our nose and our lips
+Our ass, the titties, the dicks, our pretty black skin
+Proves we superior
+Really hate to brag but look what you did to us
+That's why I'm iced out, the lifestyle
+Of a million dollar menace, until they put my lights out
+Nigga I put the kite out, fuck a war in Iraq
+There's a war right here for soul power
+And you don't even see it all in front of your face
+Until them bodies tally, now you want to pray
+We say, don't let Armageddon hit
+We gotta get rich first, then you can blow this bitch
+But when you really think on this shit
+I'd rather have my soul than have all these riches...
+
+[Hook]
+We still slaves, we still slaves
+I'm a slave for the dough, I'm a slave for the pay
+They took the chain off our waist and put it on our brain
+They took the chain off our neck and put it on our brain
+We still slaves, nigga we still slaves
+I'm a slave for that dough, I'm a slave for that pay
+They took the chain off our feet and put it on our brain
+They took the chain off our wrists and put it on our brainsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Phone Tap (Welcome to State Prison)* Intermission *
+* Call between Twin Gambino and Prodigy *
+
+[Twin] Ayo P what's good dunn! What's happening?
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+Ayo what up with it, yeah it's been a minute
+I'm good on this side of the fence, same shit
+Different spot on the navigation, just being patient
+Working out, reading and writing you know the basics
+Corrections, got word from Albany
+Keep me in voluntary P.C, which means
+The state decides where I live
+Can't sign out because I never signed in
+Difference between they bid and my bid is
+This ain't county jail, this is state prison
+I'm high risk, high profile too
+There ain't population but niggas like "Who you?"
+Never heard of you, keep banging do your thang and
+Maybe one day you'll be famous, but fuck all that
+They got this phone tapped you hear me G's?
+Tell Tyson bring that beef and broccoli on the next VI
+Ayo what's up with Hav?
+Heard that song Letter to P that shit is crack
+There gonna be drastic changes when i get back
+It gonna be me and [?] on the [?] like [?] said
+[Hook]
+Ayo they monitor the phone calls, watch what you say
+They got the phones tapped better watch how you speak
+Yeah, welcome to state prison
+They got a call on the hotline who is it?
+Yeah, better off talking on the visit
+Yeah, you better off talking on the visit
+If you don't know how to speak in code
+You gone' fuck around and catch a new charge yo
+
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+I heard Rap D got knocked, I mean Max B
+I heard Tru Life fighting a body, I hope he beat it
+Tell Un every lights green ain't no passes
+TOS, on the East and the West
+Tell 40 the same thing, they stay catching niggas slipping in Cali
+For their jewelry and things
+Give my love to the Zoo baby, Village Boo
+Maniac, Tip-Toe and Badass too
+Anyway, 50 came in to see me last weekend
+We had a long talk about how it's gonna be when
+I touch town, and when I touch down
+We're gonna party like the SuperBowl on the countdown
+Without a fuck left, this shit is nothing
+Nigga, Ferg about to come home from doing real numbers
+15 years on lock, he was wilding they sent him to 200 box
+So Twin listen, holla at Gotti and Ron Ron
+Tell him congratulations, he made it to the Lakers
+And we gonna get this money like it grow on trees
+And anybody hating, nigga taste on these
+Godzilla balls, I talk fire when I speak these lyrics
+The rap game twisted, because everybody copy what the next man does
+I listen to Pitbull and Flo Rida
+These new niggas sounding like Kanye West
+He's a biter not a writer, I'm not impressed
+You a lover not a fighter so cut the bullshit
+All they're gonna do is run like Saigon did
+But tell Hav I love him get the beats together
+So when Mobb Deep drop we be bigger and better
+Word, tell him I need fire nigga
+So when Mobb Deep drop we be bigger and better
+[Hook]
+Ayo they monitor the phone calls, watch what you say
+They got the phones tapped better watch how you speak
+Yeah, welcome to state prison
+They got a call on the hotline who is it?
+Yeah, better off talking on the visit
+Yeah, you better off talking on the visit
+If you don't know how to speak in code
+You gone' fuck around and catch a new charge yo
+
+[Verse 3: Prodigy]
+Ayo I just got a letter from the real Rick Ross
+He in the feds right now but he's real short
+What else? Cormega came through on the humble
+We had a good visit (that's my dunn)
+Yeah that's my dunn too
+He told me that Nas still tight
+Because I rep Queensbridge harder than a lead pipe
+And I'm from Hempstead, close to the shacks on Park side
+Guess he mad I'm successful, and he can't shine
+Oh that's too bad, Oh that's so sad
+He remembers Central Park, he better fall back
+Let me chill because I'm talking reckless on this jack
+And police is listening, to everything said
+What up with your brothers Punk Munk and Alley Moe?
+That's good, tell Moms I said Hello
+And I know I'm talking your head off, but we ain't speak
+In a few months, been so much that's happening
+Like Michael Jackson died, the fans is bugging
+Now Jay-Z's summer jam picture means nothing
+Oh yeah, I was with [?]
+We was in Rikers Island, the CO's was wilding
+The female officers was bad as hell
+If I had've stayed a little longer I'd have got some tail
+See, Alchemist on tour with Slim Shady
+Home girl better chill before Em let that tape leak
+Before Cam'Ron let that tape leak
+Before Ma$e let that tape leak, damn she a freak
+I spoke to Yayo last night he just copped
+The new four door Porsche (Yeah that shit hot!)
+I know, but I'm back on my Acura shit
+No jewelry with the factory rims
+That life he living now I already lived
+It's his turn to shine it's my turn to sit
+Back like a Mac and let the bread stack
+Yo Cocaine I still wanna test drive that!
+Yeah YG wrote me, he holding it down
+And Nut wrote a book he a author now
+Tell Bumpy George and Tim Law what's up
+Props Karate Joe, Black Ice all my dunns, you heard?
+King Benny just got locked up
+His bail was 30,000, Gotti got him out and
+They caught him in Utica with guns in the car
+Damn, we just chilling on the DI floor
+Heard Money Know getting in it, that's my G
+Tell him to stay low, and stay sucker free
+JM will be home real soon before me
+And my nigga Shameek back on the concrete, now
+Roam just got bagged for crazy powder
+Man New York hotter than hellfire keep outta
+The reach of the Police, stay off the streets
+They locking niggas up like slavery
+I just got a kite from Shee I leech
+And LL suppose to come up so we can speak
+(Word I'll be up there again soon yo!)
+Good because I got certain shit I can't say on this phone
+[Hook]
+Ayo they monitor the phone calls, watch what you say
+They got the phones tapped better watch how you speak
+Yeah, welcome to state prison
+They got a call on the hotline who is it?
+Yeah, better off talking on the visit
+Yeah, you better off talking on the visit
+If you don't know how to speak in code
+You gone' fuck around and catch a new charge yo
+
+You know what I'm saying? That nigga P, Sid RoamsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Slept OnHey yo, my flow burns so hot
+I cook like the coca
+Boil-over scorch
+Every soldier on your frontline
+I'm wicked with the rapping
+The sickest nigga on the drop
+To bitches I'm attractive
+I make that pussyhole numb
+I'm good with shit man
+Listen to the shit I say
+It's Pérignon the don, I pop like the bubbly
+When I was doing bad, you people was all laughs
+Assholes, jock off, kiss my whole ass
+Mobocracy, live by mob rules
+If niggas don't humble they self we eat food
+Who possibly, could stop me, I ask
+Perhaps niggas not knowing I be going ham
+Mobb deep coming, put your woman in the stash
+Hit a lick, whenever I speak it's straight cash
+Hustle harder, go harder I must
+450 km's on the gas
+
+They call me big time, big beats
+Big raps, I get big cheese
+Little rappers, they get stepped on
+They dreams get crushed, I'm not to be slept on
+I'm not to be slept on
+Keep dreaming, I'm not to be slept on
+450 kilometers on the gas
+Got a bad ass riddin shot gun on my left
+Feeling like Bonnie and Clyde
+Mallory and Mickey, she giving nigga top
+Like she tryna giving hicky
+She handing me the pussy like she handing me the blicky
+Right before you curled up, on you curb sticky
+And it's cl floated on smooth like the frisby
+Man, what y'all niggas wanna do, you can't really
+The boys get up but the land get bizy
+Infamous empire state boy you top tippy
+The tippy top spot yo we knocked u out yo supremes
+Bright lights, dark streets, welcome to my city
+The capital fashion girl we get spiffy
+Fitted Mobb hats counting money like the machine
+Niggas start shit we resort to heavy metal
+450 kilometers on a pedal
+They wanna catch me slip I move too fast
+Internas P, check the numbers on the dash
+
+They call me big time, big beats
+Big raps, I get big cheese
+Little rappers, they get stepped on
+They dreams get crushed, I'm not to be slept on
+I'm not to be slept on
+Keep dreaming, I'm not to be slept onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Waddup G’z[Hook]
+What up?
+What up G's
+What, what up?
+What up G's
+What, what up?
+
+[Prodigy]
+It ain't nothing but this murder rap
+It ain't nothing, it ain't nothing but these money stacks
+It ain't nothing, it ain't nothing but the same old
+Plan that we had planned from the front door
+I write a 16 and disrespect your whole career
+Compared to me you sound like an amateur
+Just a novice; I'm an expert word smith
+Playing games I'm an animal with this
+We're not the same, that's very fucking obvious
+You're not a made mobster you're an obelisk
+Don't let me catch you in the streets you're a sandwich
+Or picnic, pick a nigga I will damage
+Little boy get his motherfucking head flew
+It ain't nothing, it ain't nothing I ain't been through
+My practice makes perfect aim
+Nah you're not ready for war, bang bang
+
+[Hook]
+[Prodigy]
+It ain't nothing but this murder rap
+It ain't nothing, ain't nothing but these money stacks
+It ain't nothing, ain't nothing but the same old
+Plan that we had planned from the front door
+I'll pop a shot that'll wrap up your whole life
+One shot, one shot and it's good night
+Nice and neat, tuck 'em in the with the white sheet
+Sleeping bags for them fags trying to fight me
+Can't fight it, this was meant, this was meant to be
+You a false prophet, P is eternally
+At odds with the Devil, stay try'na murder me
+But I keep comin' back like a dope fiend
+Watch me spawn back with no jewelry on
+Born again, it's on again, let's get it on
+It be a slaughter, turn this shit Sodom and Gomorrah
+I cut a snake nigga head off, yeah
+And I stick with my dogs, be like
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Represent Me[Intro skit]
+
+[Chorus: Prodigy]
+Trust, you don't want to be my enemy
+You want to be a friend of me
+You rather be my ally, don't want to go to war with me
+Nah roll with me, nah don't get me
+Upset, nah I'll pump that shotty till' it's empty
+Plus you don't want to get me
+To the point where we can't speak because when I let the burner represent me
+Some deadly, nah it's ready bye bye, relax and rest your mind
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+Major shit, this double dope
+Extra exclusive, super hot yo
+Be careful, this is priceless
+Secret info, for the righteous
+Humans on this earth, this global brilliance
+Voxonic I be speaking fluent languages
+Like, German and French, in Russian I'll be cussin'
+Spitting my reality rap and they love it
+This is insanely ill, all rich with songs
+I got thousands of these, that's millions of bars
+I'm a special kind of dude, my crew call me the God
+Because my verses so fresh, I go on and on
+I never turn off, I'm like a machine
+I just keep clicking, spitting like an M16
+I got these new rappers trying to make a name off me
+I got an infamous career, you got temporary heat
+[Chorus x1: Prodigy]
+
+[Verse 2:]
+Outstanding, outspoken
+From the first bar of my song you could tell I'm not jokin'
+This high class top shelf shit
+Preserved for freshness, quality hits
+You see what I'm saying, Could almost smell it
+Nah, that's that kush, that OG we melting
+To the volcano ash, and when we blow out the smoke
+We look the fog, now moving on from that
+I got a pocket full of scratch, because I work hard
+It will take years to lock yourself in, it's hard
+Now I'm written in stone, and I ain't talking about the grave
+This is live from L.A, my next stop is a cage
+For a little bit, I got to serve this time
+Because in front of the grand jury, some crooked cops lie
+When I get back, I ain't even got no words
+Imma show you how I get down, show you how I rush
+
+[Chorus x1: Prodigy]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Go Off[Verse 1]
+Ha-ha-ha-ha-hah, I'm laughing with my mobb
+While you remained confused by me, the Prodigy
+You put your verse I put my verse in
+We see who really burnin and spittin flames for certain, you check
+My 16 pon fire, the rap Spike Lee
+Lot of multi-million dollar rapper dont like we
+But they can't do shit cause I'm too consistent
+Plus my street power not to be test, no
+I put down the mac-11 make me pick it back up
+I put down the 2-pound make me double back son
+And get my 50-cal, oh you hear me now
+See its never no peace till that piece come out
+You put Prodigy up with the best I show and prove
+I'm not the punchline rapper my style more smooth
+No gimmicks no artificial flavor keep it 100 percent with me
+You miss me
+
+[Hook]
+They say P fell off, his high-horse landed on my two feet planted on solid ground
+Mobb Deep fell off, the bottom and we landed on top how we turn the world upside down
+P fell off, his bullshit back on his good shit
+Yeah that's what I'm talkin about
+Mobb Deep fell off, the bottom and we landed on top how we turn the world upside down
+
+[Verse 2]
+The top of the dome and spit better poems than that crack that took you eight hours wrote
+I'm a natural
+I got you, this is what I do
+I'm not a battle rapper I create albums
+Underrated like Don Cheadle it's don P though
+Classical like Sinatra and Hendrix we're endless
+Black mafia hits that Mobb Deep shit
+Gets deeper than rap music I told you
+Them niggas bleed just like us you heard it here first
+Rappers, they bite my lyrics and they run with my words
+I just take it as a compliment it gives me confidence
+It just confirms that I'm the P in this shit
+More so than Kanye
+My favorite rapper, you got T.I, Jeezy, Weezy, Santana
+50, Jay-z and even maybe throw in a little Jada and Style wow
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+The most infamous in New York state
+I shape and mold rappers like a waffle
+I spot you, and help you carry that weight
+I give you couple bars on consignment
+You owe me you know me
+Your grandpappy these rappers my grandsons
+Which make me the worlds youngest granddaddy
+I sit up on my throne call me king songs
+My reign at the top very long, infinite admit it
+Got these haters indeed now
+Know they was happy I did years in the P now
+Thought I would fold up
+No such luck for you bum fucks
+That's the sound of my dump truck full up
+Of my reserve notes for all you turn coats
+Left me for dead
+I'ma kill you with success
+While I resurrect live on stage I'm on tour
+While you beef about sound scan and who sell more
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Recipe for Murder[Verse 1]
+Yeahhh
+When it comes to beef, nigga I'm a five star chef
+Look it's rules to this shit, I wrote me a cookbook
+You can't stand the heat Hell up out the kitchen
+For that ass get burnt or my fire start spitting
+First off, every customer is different
+You gotta cater to their needs and give them what they wishing for
+For example someone act all wild
+Then you microwave they shit and serve 'em right now
+No time to think, fuck consequences
+Just beef served up with the blood still drippin'
+Keep the ingredients secret and kill anybody who peeped it
+Alright now, Then you got custy's who calmly waiting
+You got to marinate their shit and premeditate it
+No need to rush just season them up
+Put the flame on low and let them simmer real slow
+Get them real comfortable, just chill
+Then you serve 'em they last meal
+Fillet Mignon, well done, was it soft motherfucker now you stiffed 'em they up
+On special occasions I do delivery, but mostly I let them come to me
+Cause I ain't going on my way chasin' down nobody, I got a bussines to run
+But if I have to I'll be knocking on your door like the pizzaboy
+Well hot deff on a platter, like seek and destroy
+{Fuck y'all want man, I don't want beef with y'all niggas man }{Stupid ass motherfucker}
+Chorus:
+Recipe for Murder (16x)
+
+Verse 2:
+It only take a teaspoon full of heart to squeeze on a burner
+And a cup full of karma sense to get a way with murder
+(??)I'll do rats like the chainsaw burns like poppeye's (??)
+I stuff your chicken while you gagged and tied
+
+Make you watch and cry while I feed her that beef
+Little to your knowledge she set up the whole thing
+That's my baby, my little bit of sugar, I use her to rock on the sleep
+Make them think shit sweet
+Yeah they call me the iron cheff, I put the iron to your head
+Remove all the wrinkels from your screwface betted in
+Botox the bolax, I  push in another clip and I keep bustin shots
+
+Try to run get your wings fried, cook your insides with these copper top big boys out the .45
+Tell you grace for you dig in your own grave get in
+My customer service number one in the business
+That boy done stick a fork in him
+Corners bring them doggybags too I'm finished
+Bring them scraps to the mall, it's usually none lead
+Every plate is scraped and food get ate
+
+You fealing tired?
+Yeah, that's that ice kicking in, when I put them niggas on that lead diet
+This is, food for thought get your fucking jaw wider
+Use a glutine for paint, I feed you to the lions
+ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Greatness[Intro]
+
+[Verse 1]
+Ain't no mistaken on the position we placin'
+We placed with a certain ambition that got'em amped and they wishin'
+That these opportunities maybe served like dishes with some persistence
+We made these misses into missions with no inter-missions
+The vision is met precision precisely u cannot stop that collision
+I'll say it nicely like aright G my mic be my weapon of mass destruction
+Or mass Construction while your ass on umption whether he's about make
+To make an eruption or is he gone stop no he's gone pop and that's word to MJ
+He the king of that bring it back but I ain't talking bout that line though
+I'm talking bout the time I'm already let for the track na,na,na!gimme that
+Lemme show you how I beat the beat now be decease I mean cease thee
+Don't let me bring the heat cause you could feel it even in the sea
+So stop with ya A's an B's now watch me Double the these syllables
+And kill these words like Disyllable Diabolical but enough with all
+The dying we gotta live it up like the Mayans Da Prodigy is just tryin'
+So this is just ah minor fraction of what I got in my mind and u niggas
+Need to get your timing before u step to clock less now watch us just watch us!
+Hold up I got this now pick it up pick pocket flow with it an don't stop it
+Don't stop it cause if ya drop it you gone remember that ya had it
+So just watch me have it Da Prodigy boy Team Infamous and we have this like
+
+[Hook]
+Uuuhhh this is greatness an you know it my team show it and we glowin'
+Cause we focus like like uuuhhh this is greatness so be patient
+Cause our patience is gone make it now watch me take it like like
+Uuuhhh this is greatness an you know it my team show it and we glowin
+Cause we focus like like uuuhhh this is greatness so be patient
+Cause our patience is gone make it now watch me take it like like
+[Verse 2]
+You have no idea I spit it then I rip it and I gotta give it more
+Catch me on the go try to catch a flow while I strike a pose that's right
+I'm hitting any poser if they come closer right in the nose then I gotta show
+That I'm two of the best cause I'm too good for one of the best now watch me lay
+The competition to rest because I'm restless or maybe that's just my big ego
+Cause he know I always win but I never really blow now that's what we call dry air
+And until I'm air to the throne I'mma just take my time be on my grind young
+Gotta homie feeling like 99.1 I'm done
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Fried Chicken N’ Thighs (Excerpt from Commissary Kitchen)Correction officers were corrupt as shit. There was a whole prostitution ring happening in the prison. I guess you could say the inmates were the pimps and the COs were the hookers. A lot of the inmates in there – they got game. They’re from the hood, they’ll be talking that shit and the girls that work there, they’re from the hood too (most of them). So they’ll be feeling the inmates.
+
+Not all of them were into prostitution. Some would just have sex with the inmates for free. But the ones who were down to prostitute had a whole system to it. The way they got paid was the inmates would have their family send money through Western Union. Then the inmates would pay the COs and they’d get busy in there. And they’ll be having sex everywhere in the jail, in all kinds of places. It’s a power thing though for the inmates, especially when you feel like you have no power in prison.
+
+If you find one of them female prison guards who was down to fuck, you could get whatever you want from her after that. ‘Cause they’ll sneak all kinds of stuff over to you then: extra food, cigarettes, whatever. At least until they got caught.
+
+When I was in there, somebody had just gotten locked up. One of the officers got locked up for having sex with an inmate in the shower, and the reason they got caught is because some other inmate snitched. Fucked up, right?
+
+I had a favorite CO, but I ain’t fuck her. Her name was Officer Butz. Imagine that? Butz. And her ass was real nice too. She was cute. As far as I knew, Butz wasn’t about sex with inmates, especially not for money. She was good people. But she was a little flirt and shit. She would call me in the bubble and show me pictures on her phone of her and her girls at the beach in bikinis. I was like okay nice, Butz.
+
+One night Butz called me out to the bubble. It’s a bulletproof glass bubble, where the CO sits. And then outside of that is a hallway, and then it’s two dorms on each side of the hall. So the CO is never in the dorm, and we’d be in there dolo. So when you need help, the CO is way out there. Rikers Island is dangerous because of that alone.
+
+One night after chow, Butz called me out to the bubble over the microphone. I come out, and she buzzed the door to the bubble. I walk to the open doorway, and she’s like, “Come inside.” She reaches in her pocket and I’m like, What the fuck?” In there, she had two pieces of fried chicken wrapped in brown paper towels from the bathroom. She was like, “Here, eat up boy.”
+
+I only had one piece of chicken from chow that night, everybody always only got one piece. They’d put it in the little window for you and walk away. So here come Butz with two more pieces. I was like, “Oh shit, good looking.” Word. She hooked me up.
+
+I should’ve fucked her for that alone because I was hungry as hell. I didn’t, though. Pussy wasn’t worth stretching my sentence or getting Butz in trouble. So I ate the two pieces of chicken and walked out.From commissary kitchen: my infamous prison cookbook published by Infamous Books.
+
+You can download the audio version of commissary kitchen: my infamous prison cookbook for free on AmazonEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+First WarningHustlers - Get it on
+
+Attack
+
+Blaggers - Get it on
+Renegade - Get it on
+
+Attack
+
+I'm not a punk
+I'm just a cunt- Get it on
+You talkin to me
+I'm probably drunk - Get it on
+I'm not a punk
+I'm just a cunt- Get it on
+You talkin to me
+I'm probably drunk - Get it on
+
+Warning I'm gunning 4
+Warning Got it Now
+
+Warning I'm gunning 4
+Warning Got it Now
+Got it Now
+
+Warning
+La, la la
+Bitches - Get it on
+Hustlers - Get it on
+
+Attack
+
+I'm not a punk - Get it on
+I'm just a cunt - Get it on
+You talkin to me - Get it on
+I'm probably drunk - Get it on
+AttackEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Let Me Show You[Featuring: Vaughn Anthony]
+Look at us, we murda dem, yeah
+Even if we on the project benches
+I make you feel like it's nowhere better you can be
+It ain't all about material possessions
+But you can't front, it gives us access to a lot more
+Thangs
+In New York for breakfast
+And by dinner we be eating ...overseas
+If you a little jetlag let's just
+Play the hotel suit, room service on me
+My baby we London, Italy, south of France
+New York, L.A., it's how we dance
+Front row, camera seats and red carpets
+Black top is and little black dresses
+When it's pouring rain, we completely dry
+And when it's hot, we cool in the fan
+The finest bottles of wine and champagne
+Your highness, your chariot awaits
+I can feel your heart beat rising
+When I'm near you, or I'm chasing, girl
+Hearts all over the world tonight
+Could it be for the love that I have for you
+I can feel your heart beat baby
+In excited, cause you know I'm a rider
+And you like it I feel more than my own life
+Baby trust in me and let me show you girl
+Candier service, vip treatment
+The artist entrance and exist We make our presence
+Felt Then disappear into the blackness
+Of the twilight in the phantom
+Crobic flight, the audi space, sitting on a crescent
+Moon Swinging our legs, then we walk right up to the
+Sun Holding hands we rule the world
+Man you girlfriend
+Non stop pleasure endless ends
+If you feel like you dreaming I'll pinch your skin
+To remind you how real this is and blessed we are
+They can only imagine the life we live
+While we can't even remember the things we did
+We had so much fun
+It all seemed like a blur
+Babe, this whatever you desire
+I be your pilot, I can take you higher
+I can feel your heart beat rising
+When I'm near you, or I'm chasing, girl
+Hearts all over the world tonight
+Could it be for the love that I have for you
+I can feel your heart beat baby
+In excited, cause you know I'm a rider
+And you like it
+I feel more than my own life
+Baby trust in me and let me show you girl
+Soon you start to shook that you need a pace maker
+Anywhere you wanna go, baby I'll take ya
+From Ohio to Jamaica, number one traffic
+You could be my girl and I can be your husband
+But I gotta put a ring on it
+Heart real good I can hear the beat on it
+And your track ain't hot until I sing on it, V A
+Popular demand, back in the sedan
+Taunting on a gram, holding on your hand
+I'm the man That's how you make me feel baby
+This is real love Make me wanna kill
+Thugs staring at your ass
+Lil honey dip, you the only woman that
+Got my heart making beats like my name
+Rose petal trails and bubble baths
+Meet you at the climax then
+We chill and we laugh about
+Who came first, we got the neighbors calling cops
+Pop more bottles, lighting jays up
+Getting more higher than the stars
+Over love, all this dough that we got
+It will never change us
+Paparatz, snapping shots, of the 2 hottest
+Me and my copilot love, she my new chronic
+Get me higher than drugs, and when we're touching
+It make sparks, you're my light
+Though that dawn of dark
+I can feel your heart beat rising
+When I'm near you, or I'm chasing, girl
+Hearts all over the world tonight
+Could it be for the love that I have for you
+I can feel your heart beat baby
+In excited, cause you know I'm a rider
+And you like it
+I feel more than my own life
+Baby trust in me and let me show you girlEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+What’s Happening[Featuring: T.I.]
+Yeah, let them know chip, hey
+I'm just saying lil shawty, what it do?
+Hey, what's happening?
+Once you get that map to a nigga ma
+And bring that back to a nigga ma
+Oh yeah you scared of a nigga, huh?
+But what you running from a nigga for?
+Get right, roll the dice
+If you knew how I do it, you would roll it nice
+So what you scared of mama, I'm getting bread lil mama
+Hey all I wanna do is get a handout
+What's happening? Hey lil shawty, what's happening
+Get your mind right, hey what's happening?
+When I was doing my sets up in the yard
+All that was on my mind was my broad
+My star, you the bassest bitch
+Just the thought of us together got me extra bit
+I went extra hard, so I can sex you long
+So it's not just good, it's extra raw
+Baby feel on my chest, I made that for you
+And you can squeeze off my back and scratch up my tattoos
+I'ma show you how love is supposed to feel
+Is supposed to be fun, we're supposed to chill
+I'ma be your fairytale story book dream
+Leave all the lights on, this needs to be seen
+So we can remember this forever
+Like gucci embedded in your brain I'm better
+Than any of these boys you was toying with
+While I was gone so long on that up north trip
+Hey, what's happening?
+Once you get that map to a nigga ma
+And bring that back to a nigga ma
+Oh yeah you scared of a nigga, huh?
+But what you running from a nigga for?
+Get right, roll the dice
+If you knew how I do it, you would roll it nice
+So what you scared of mama
+I'm getting bread lil mama
+Hey all I wanna do is get a handout
+What's happening? Hey lil shawty, what's happening
+Get your mind right, hey what's happening?
+When I was in the can I was getting my back strong
+On the while thinking of you when I get back home
+Drinking pine apple juice all night
+So I can taste sweet in your mouth is alright
+I'm taking you to new heights and new dimensions
+Sunsets, sunrise, we still ripping
+The hotel same beach and apart
+We scream jesus, how could it still be so hard
+We take breaks for cold drinks and dinner in bed
+And after we finish, you know what desert is
+The real flavor of love
+Damn is so good, I ain't tryna share none
+This is real gangsta love
+Matching attitude, yeah, his and hers
+Beat it up so right, the feline will go numb
+It's big novocain needle of mine, it's like waaaa
+Hey, what's happening?
+Once you get that map to a nigga ma
+And bring that back to a nigga ma
+Oh yeah you scared of a nigga, huh?
+But what you running from a nigga for?
+Get right, roll the dice
+If you knew how I do it, you would roll it nice
+So what you scared of mama
+I'm getting bread lil mama
+Hey all I wanna do is get a handout
+What's happening?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The DramaFuck you thought?
+Fuck ya'll thought?
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+Ayo, first off, fuck these niggas that think it's sweet
+I fucked their bitches, it's P
+You know that nigga, that spit that Mobb Deep, gangsta shit
+Got all kinds of beef, niggas want me hit
+But it's not going down like that, because I
+Can't let it go, won't let it, no
+Guns I let them blow, niggas get fold
+It's like clockwork, schooling these niggas how the Glocks work
+Show no fear, protect my wig, it's like field day
+I'm planting my flag
+Can't stop, P once he squeezing that Mac
+Can't stop death, there's no coming back
+But I respect your hustle dunn you tried your best
+But for right, now, in pieces you will rest
+
+[Hook x2]
+The drama, we with that dig
+The drama, we bury that shit
+The drama, with me it's crazy guns pop, dunns drop
+Razor chops, basically
+
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+Basically it's no comp, niggas get stomped out
+So ill, your blood fuck my sneakers up dunn
+Ew, fuck them shits, I'll buy some new kicks
+You need a new face though
+Ya'll know the ratio, when it comes to that thumping
+Ya'll niggas losing every round though
+That's right, and I don't stop until them si-reens
+Be screaming up the blocks, and I murk off
+I'm outta here dunn
+I'm choking off green, you chocking on blood
+I'm sitting back, leaning, you laying down fucked up
+Tough luck, and if you come it be worse
+And I don't lie, well tell stories
+When the truth gonna reveal itself eventually, they'll test me
+Let's , see, how many lits for gun it'll be
+[Hook x2]
+
+[Verse 3: Prodigy]
+Ayo, niggas hating, me
+Because I blatantly don't give, a fuck
+Dunn my shit is major league
+You can't fake P, I'm a motherfucking menace
+Your woman got eyes for me, she getting with it
+She threw it at me, so I hit it
+She gets wet, like the pool when I'm in it
+And I dive all in it, know you hate to hear that
+Hurts dwelling on that, and now you want to flip
+
+[Verse 4: Twin Gambino]
+You talk alot of, shit
+Niggas don't want it with this four, fifth
+I got an extra clip for your man, so he ran
+Top speed into a pole, and broke his nose
+Niggas be shook like that
+Because you know the history of the first infantry
+How we used wet the spot with the black fully
+As a youngin', a bully
+Niggas didn't want it, we stay blunted
+Eyes, the color of blood
+We got respect in the hood, that's why the wolves show us love
+We bugged, a little bit, when it's on and shit
+Rest in peace to my niggas that be talking shit
+Word up...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m From The Trap(French Montana)
+I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling
+I'm sipping Hen fuck yo men
+I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling
+Straight cash you niggas trash
+I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling
+I'm sipping Hen fuck yo men
+I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling
+Straight cash you niggas trash
+
+(French Montana)
+Not a personal opp my arsenal cocked
+Your man fresh home tell P throw 'em a block
+I got a mind on my own point 5 on a home
+Nigga I'ma ride 'til I'm gone
+The gun will load'n'lock 4-4 pop
+I'm around that will make 'em do the toe wap
+ASAP all means layback hold in
+Maybach 14 bitches want the whole team
+Certainly heard of me bet drop
+Burgany ice on 3rd degree sure to be
+Hottest on the block and I...
+Game on lock and I [???] from the traps and I...
+
+(French Montana)
+I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling
+I'm sipping Hen fuck yo men
+I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling
+Straight cash you niggas trash
+I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling
+I'm sipping Hen fuck yo men
+I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling
+Straight cash you niggas trash
+(Prodigy)
+The death of don gone boss of bosses
+Chief of chief speak on me you better be respectfully
+My enemies know better than to fuck around call me down
+Think before they move better plan it out
+Like military strategist commanders and generals
+My soldiers my criminals flip on you for G principal
+We're uniquely invincible these niggas is typical
+Our gun spit lyrical singing yeah the whistle to
+The air and connect with whatever the target
+We getting big money y'all niggas is getting me started
+With all that bloodclot crying and [???] hollering
+Got your bitch pussy [???]
+
+(French Montana)
+I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling
+I'm sipping Hen fuck yo men
+I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling
+Straight cash you niggas trash
+I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling
+I'm sipping Hen fuck yo men
+I'm from the trap getting money bitches yelling
+Straight cash you niggas trashEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+600 BenzI like that, I like that
+
+Man I'm big time
+Yeah it's big P
+Dollar after dolar, M
+Money growing like a tree
+Better yet a forest
+P got the retardest
+Maniac rapper from New York
+With the hardest
+Endless, 16 bars or 12 bars
+I rap about my life not about yours
+You might though, you wish....
+
+Check me out dun...
+
+[Hook]
+I just wanna CL 600 Benz
+20 inch rims, looking real fresh
+The Ferrari got manual on automatic switch but (See them 20's spinning)
+CL 600 Benz
+20 inch rims
+Lookin' real fresh
+Turbo Porsche with the 6 speed shift but (See them 20's spinning)
+
+I stop at the light
+Everybody stares
+Hand on my gun
+You don't see it but it's there
+Think it's all a game
+Think it's a mirage
+Get that ass lit
+Like fire on the logs
+I got endless drama
+Young boy you a flee
+I step on ya head
+When I step out the V
+[Hook]
+
+CL 600 Mercedes Benz
+20 inch rims
+Stuntin' on my lady friends
+Shorty kick it back
+And enjoy the trip
+We goin' on a ride
+Fly in the whips
+Chrome dubs
+With the jet black lips
+Lil' kids see it and call it the 'spaceship'
+David on my neck, Gaibel gave my this
+But (See them 20's spinning)
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Make It HotSuper now smoke few bottles on the sleety
+Parkers on racks 'cause I raps like Christmas
+Holy shit get light, get light
+It's hot outside I got the keys to the bike
+Gone full bottle, tonight we're going in like it ain't no tomorrow
+Take drugs, make love now war I'm a gangsta hippie don't start nothing
+
+Keys tot he crib, while I'll be poppin it all
+Like belly the kid, yeah hoe whip bang it out
+To the death, fuck it north
+Everything from the couch to the bed
+Can't stop, won't stop till they superman though
+Give me superman fly
+And slash oh to the hood, I'm a creature
+I grew up in the woods
+
+No time for fake ones
+Come and smoke a little bit with this real ones
+Live a little risky don't be a shuck one
+I'm not stingy the shots on me
+Oh, I'll make it hot, make it hot
+I'll make it hot, make it hot
+I'll make it hot, make it hot
+I'll make it hot, make it hot
+
+Yeah my pockets on loud, I'm in the string volume
+My closet on swag, my balls at the top few
+Best nigga spittin, pee how you livin
+Couldn't be better you could say stakes giving
+You're my cold bottom drop
+The hood gonna cop, the streets going crazy for that new more I
+Set up in the box that's where I got stronger and
+Came back home, took the ice off the watch
+Automor Rolex couple hew blotch
+Nothing fancy just enough for the potch
+When your bitch is the baddest bitch how could you not
+Feel like we're gonna parry on in the spot
+Get off of my flag, hoe you let dancing
+Is you what you do, don't worry about the handsome
+Shoot em with the rubin kill em with the baby face
+And be the humble that it squeeze slugs when you're late face
+Hoes wanna grip, foes wanna trip
+Then ever move on me cause they know how I get
+Got real street power and it ain't about..
+Met the top of the fool chain now here on the block
+And you just a little snack, my hunger insatiable
+Easy as 1 2 3 you niggas base the cool as millions of bros
+But I just take one of them, these billions of dollars
+I need the one of them
+No time for fake ones
+Come and smoke a little bit with this real ones
+Live a little risky don't be a shuck one
+I'm not stingy the shots on me...
+Oh, I'll make it hot, make it hot
+I'll make it hot, make it hot
+I'll make it hot, make it hot
+I'll make it hot, make it hotEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Without Rhyme Or ReasonIf I start rambling, don't mind me
+I might get off track, but who doesn't it?
+I love rap music, but I hate the fake light...
+Usually calls the lord Weedy
+So, I choose not to take part in it
+On that extra seat, and just I do what I do
+I'ma write this writters
+Sometimes I'm overthink
+It's not ... it's how remind myself
+My clean activity flows best
+Nigga, I'm not concerned you tryna make hits
+It's all bullshit, if you ask me
+When you bend over just to go Platinum
+No, thank you
+As I'd be as clearly
+That I'm comfortable with myself
+And that's all that matters
+I made the point in my life with
+I'm cool with exterming perks
+I just roll my shit
+And I can show you how to live to the f-ckers
+But you got to follow me like Twitter
+This is not the casino... it won't be sweet
+Helo hard boulevard, not easy streets
+Without Rhyme or Reason
+I do what I love, I don't follow low sequence
+(x4)
+It feels so good to have my own staff
+This over rappers they try it
+They might like it
+Spend so much time copying tunes
+They don't even know what it's like to be
+Themselves
+Or is it that they don't like they sell
+Maybe you defend who do you .. doing
+What ? None
+Or maybe they would love you more
+Two actually tried, they never resured
+I know, we act like potential and ?
+Reality is not so gorgeous
+The ugly truth, that you ain't got the heart to face it
+You would lie, sex, money, fool, music
+I score points like a ... win trophy
+Yes, that nigga... balled out, but
+I'm really just having fun with you
+Don't hate, you should be concerned with ours
+Cause my life's awsome
+I'm all buried in stash food
+I might take a little time off
+I'm out at tropics
+Sending emails, drinks, laughing
+Getting tanned
+Without Rhyme or Reason
+I do what I love, I don't follow low sequence
+(x5)
+Do what I love, I don't follow low sequenceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hitman[Verse 1]
+I get paid to do what I do and say what I say
+Assassinate you quick it's easy for me
+To dead you, I'm special
+Like the 38 with black electrical tape, my handle
+Banana clip P 'cause I spit rap and fire you hear claps and screams
+From out the crowd I kill em on stage
+In front all these people and fuck the police
+I'm fresh out the cage my heart full of rage
+My head full of waves I could body more lames
+Moment of silence this violence
+They rockin all black then mourning 'cause I just
+Murder for sport its fun to me
+I do this for a living you a victim G
+I turn where you stand to a homicide scene
+I'm a hitman this is how I eat
+
+[Hook]
+Killer, radio killer, contract killer, studio killer
+Nigga 'cause I make hits call me hitman bitch
+I get paid for murder, number one with a bullet
+All that bullshit is that dead, you best keep it moving
+Nigga 'cause I make hits call me hit man bitch
+I get paid for murder
+
+[Verse 2]
+Art of war call me Basquiat
+Call me Warhol paint to town red when I spit it
+Hit man for hire, for the right price I'll light up your life with this fire
+I don't go pop my shit bang
+I hit you with this 16 you get slayed
+The professional, I clean up the mess that the clean up man left I'm telling you
+May God help you, you in my scope
+When killing this bitch body in this flows
+You get finish like the checkerboard flag
+I do it to you niggas
+Don't play with me man
+Get yourself ruined, we're not the same pedigree
+Nothing like me and I'meverything
+You wish you was, I wish you luck
+I wish you would, I hit you up
+Now die now
+[Hook]
+
+{Verse 3]
+It don't stop till the casket drop
+Get your shit pushed back by the shit-push-backer
+Platinum and gold plaquer
+You don't make hits you drop bricks
+You just a battle rapper
+A wannabe celebrity, you think you so hot but you're not like me
+Separate the elite from the weak
+Yous a certified scrub I'm a certified beast
+
+And after all the smoke is done
+We'll see who makes hits and who got hit up
+Your woman in my line of fire
+I'ma body her body, now I mean I get paid for murder
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Twilight[Chorus: Prodigy]
+The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark
+Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark
+We post up in the blackness of the shadows
+Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel
+Where police enter at they own risk
+If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks
+Most bodies get caught at night
+You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilight
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+When darkness consumes the neighborhood streets
+The neighborhood hoods and the neighborhood creeps
+Come out to play with they hats pulled down
+And their hoodies pulled low below they eyebrows
+Take yo ass in the crib you not down for madness
+'Bout to go down three at night
+Night shift workers come home they walk fast
+Scared to go through they own block, yeah, it's that bad
+The villains making a killin' sellin' pieces of weight
+E&J inside a hot chamomile tea
+Keep em warm 'cause the cold air'll cut your skin
+It's bleedin' outside but the block still clickin'
+There's cameras in the hood but the fiends still smoke
+The narcs makin' movies
+Tey lookin' for the role of the worlds dumbest criminal caught on film while the real criminal minds continue to thrive in
+[Chorus: Prodigy]
+The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark
+Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark
+We post up in the blackness of the shadows
+Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel
+Where police enter at they own risk
+If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks
+Most bodies get caught at night
+You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilight
+
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+It's 2012 and drugs still movin'
+The balance don't stop and the prisons is full with scar-faced thugs
+C's and B's, who do years and come back to the same routine
+Some say the game over, they must be blind
+Bet they don't come through the real hoods at night
+With that theoretical shit, you shit your drawers
+You'll get robbed for your outfit, yeah, take that off
+Disparity rules the world, the rich is outnumbered
+You can't straddle the fence, pick a side, fucker
+You got 'til the sun go down 'cause when that full moon rise then the wolves come out
+And the cocaine vampires slingin' hard white from dusk to dawn
+It's nothin' like the movies
+We drink holy water, rock crucifixes, and eat garlic and onion chips for dinner
+
+[Chorus: Prodigy]
+The hood in the twilight you hear guns bark
+Street lamps gettin' shot out to keep the block dark
+We post up in the blackness of the shadows
+Where only crackheads and dope fiends dare travel
+Where police enter at they own risk
+If you not from this hood get yo ass out the bricks
+Most bodies get caught at night
+You'll be chokin' on blood starin' up at the stars in the twilightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Told Ya’ll[Intro]
+Listen!
+
+[Hook: repeat 2X]
+I’ve been doin this long before you
+And I’ll be still doin this long after you
+Let’s not forget, the Mobb don’t play that shit
+We take this more serious than just music
+
+(“I told y’all!”)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I’m not the best
+I’m the best of all time, comin’ out of New York
+Big pole in your mouth nigga fuck your talk
+Big Don Perginon P holds the fort
+I’m Top Rank, Mayweather, Golden Boy
+You just a Friday Night Fight, up in B.B. Kings
+Undercard-ass rappers wanna step in the ring
+And get washed up, just so they can get that purse
+I got the main event verse, the headliner concert
+These new niggas come and they go, before long your
+Favorite rapper getting’ real beside his self
+Nigga made a lot of money, now he ridin self
+Ooh~! That’s so not cool, that might be gay
+I’m disappointed at y’all fallin for the shit that he say
+Thought you had better taste, I thought I raised you well
+I’m amazed at the shit, that y’all claim is ill
+[Hook]
+
+I’m not the greatest I’m
+The greatest of all time, I deserve my spot
+Rappers be jumin the gun, they get ahead of theyself
+They get a taste of this lime life and lose they cool
+I used to be a douchebag asshole too
+Millionaire at 19, did what you try and do
+I ain’t gotta dress like a weirdo for star power
+And I ain’t build my career on rap drama
+Now my physical frame attractive, I look good
+And my songs is hot, no gimmicks I’m just hood
+Queensbridge ‘til my death box, from my sweatsocks
+Up to my skull cap, I’m gullier than Lennox
+Yeah! Don’t bring scared business, around me
+My 16 hard like Rockwilder and mastered
+I’m God’s avatar, box protégé
+I write a cannon puzzle, a paradox page
+Thought you had better taste, I thought I raised you well
+I’m amazed at the shit, that y’all claim is ill
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+I’m not the infamous, I’m
+The most infamous there ever will be in rhyme
+I, a.k.a., E.B.J
+But you can call me Big Boy Bars, for the time being cause
+Ellsworth Bumpy goes hard in the paint
+Like I’m losin in the Finals and, this the last game
+All I hear is Freddy Mercury, singin my theme
+All I’m thinkin is, celebration and victory
+My life is one huge W
+I feel like I'm RZA
+Ready to take on the world, who want it with this nigga?
+Sergeant songs, Captain Hooks, the big boss
+Of reality rap, you just yappin your jaws ‘bout
+Bodies you never caught, keys you never bought
+Tours you never did, money you never saw
+You wanna be everything I was
+Am, and ever will be understand that
+You wanna be everything I am
+Was, and ever will be, just keep in mind that
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ok DunnHavoc:
+Yeah, check it out like this you heard?
+
+Prodigy:
+Woo! Infamous records, yeah son...
+
+Testing one two, one two, that's what I'm talking about...
+Mobb Deep, yeah... Clinton Sparks
+
+This is H right here, got P by my side you heard?
+Uh huh, let's do it like this check it out, get familiar
+Clinton Sparks dunn, what up dunn? Get familiar...
+
+[Verse 1: Havoc]
+Hav spit it, Hav live it, Hav pushing it to the limit
+You a gimmick, get the shitted smacked out of you with linden
+I been it, scoop you off of your pivot, the four fittith, all get it
+When your monkey ass pass the line of scrimmage
+We invent it for the palm and dead it until the ending
+I ain't running even if the illest repertoire is mentioned
+My weapons aren't like yours, my handles don't wipe doors
+I coming through blocks nigga, section shit off
+Them streets and the gloves don't ever come off
+The strong overcome the weak, accept the laws
+Mami want a gangster, she be looking at a boss
+Homie front, there will be bodies, more
+The stones on my cross, you gonna get it
+Catch you in the club slitted
+While you tricking, get up on them Jigga, your man's with me
+H A V O the new Mobb
+Your worst nightmare, trucks wrapped in camouflage, bitch
+[Hook x4]
+"Mobb Deep, Mobb Deep"
+Yeah Ok Dunn, Ok Dunn, Ok Dunn
+
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+Ayo word so many niggas got so much beef
+That when you come out, you better ring the police
+Better keep one in your head, and turn off the safeties
+Learn how to sleep light because we're waking
+And tape up your kids and your relatives
+Get on some ruthless shit, I need sedatives
+To calm me down, wind me down
+Imma find you even if it takes months on a stakeout
+We hitting in the club, we out and about
+We're bound to see you homie, walk with your gun out
+Industry bitten, you're just like a chick
+With her nose up, I squeeze on you and if you live dunn...
+It's over... We're coming back for more of that bullets...
+That murder, it'd be a wrap for your bitch ass
+
+Infamous records, Clinton Sparks, what up?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Redemption SongsHello
+From the top of the world, wishing you were here
+So you could see things from my P.O.V
+It's a long way down, but I never look back
+Though it's over now, know it's life or death
+Life being: to reach my goals, death being to die
+I wish poverty on no man and struggle on no woman
+Gone are the days of old, we've crossed the threshold into a new era
+Of prosperity & peace
+Is there heaven and hell? You will find out getting in my way
+But for those who agree, please celebrate with us, as we proceed to succeed
+
+I take non- believers and change they whole view
+They spend a little time, they singing a new tune
+I get it forever, P foreverly fresh
+Name a rapper more sinister than Perignon is
+I pop pain, AK's, and currency bands
+My skid mark's on fire I peel off so fast
+This is deeper than rap, Infamous is a brand- a lifestyle, not a movement
+Our bullets go 'blam'
+Look I'm a seasoned vet marinaded in the trash on corners of the slum- dirty New York
+I am with the cleanest swag, and the meanest V
+If your want the Feds want then I'm what the Feds need
+
+These are new age rules, new age moves
+Only thing I can't fuck with is these new age dudes
+But it's the world and the people that I'm subject to
+I get this digital money and stay inside of my groove
+Making new age rules, new age moves
+Only thing I can't fuck with these new age dudes
+But it's the world and the people that I'm subject to
+I get this digital money and stay inside of my groove
+As a kid they used to call me 'little big time'
+That was then, and this now
+Now they call me 'King Rhyme'
+Globally I stand, Infamous to eternity
+I infinitely do this shit
+I cut that fucking tat off your head if you ever cross me
+
+Niggas screaming mutiny?
+I toss niggas off to the sharks
+H.N.I.C. 3- Redemption songs
+This is how God intended it
+Red Carpet shit, Black ties and new black dresses
+Don't let the camera flash blind you
+R.S.V.P. all grown up now
+There is no excuse
+Nothing can stop the power of God
+This is God's plan
+This is the way God intended itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Give Em Hell[Intro]
+They took permanent vacations in Hell, if you know what I mean
+Wow, I must have been away too long, because my feelings are dead
+I feel no remorse…
+
+[Verse 1]
+Global state of mind, I’m seein’ far beyond my nose
+Ten years from now, I’ll still be around, spittin’ my flows
+Ten years from now, you’ll be a memory that no one knows
+I don’t feel sorry for you niggas, my feelings are cold
+People dyin’ – life goes on, it’s…
+Nothin’ you can do about it, just be strong, yeah
+Dead-weight niggas try to pull you down with ‘em
+They like psychic vampires, suck the life out you
+Mentally, I’m focused, think like a Marine
+Who ride? I ride or die for shit that I believe, like…
+Nobody could stop me
+I’m the illest rapper probably on the earth, niggas copy
+Every line that I draw, these rappers is frauds
+My artwork expensive, they cannot afford
+RSVP, Circa 2012
+How dare a nigga to try and stop me, give him Hell
+
+[Hook]
+Oh, word? They put a hit out on me?
+Give ‘em Hell
+They wanna threaten my wellbeing?
+Give ‘em Hell
+And tell Satan throw some heat rocks up
+For the world’s most hottest rapper spittin’ flames like a volcano
+Yeah, they wanna turn on me?
+Give ‘em Hell
+They wanna stretch me out in the street?
+Give ‘em Hell
+And tell Satan throw some heat rocks up
+For the world’s most hottest rapper spittin’ flames like a volcano
+[Verse 2]
+Aye yo, aye yo, they know, they know
+I’ll blow a nigga away like tornados
+Niggas with me, they move whenever I say so
+Watch out for the D’s, unmarked cars and plainclothes
+Niggas must be crazy, they gone off that yayo
+Maybe smokin’ stones, I don’t know, I’ll be okay, though
+I’m God’s solider, devil’s apostle, it’s harvest time
+You reap what you sew when you cross the line
+It’s beyond repair – I am so beyond fear
+That shit is childish, do what you must, niggas beware
+I am – slippery when wet off that ‘maldehyde
+Smoke a Dutch full of dust, pull a homo
+Niggas wouldn’t side with you if they knew what I know
+I can see you bullshit niggas with my eyes closed
+I’ve got a deadly rap
+So these jokers wanna ruin my time, I’ll handle that
+
+[Hook]
+Oh, word? They put a hit out on me?
+Give ‘em Hell
+They wanna threaten my wellbeing?
+Give ‘em Hell
+And tell Satan throw some heat rocks up
+For the world’s most hottest rapper spittin’ flames like a volcano
+Yeah, they wanna turn on me?
+Give ‘em Hell
+They wanna stretch me out in the street?
+Give ‘em Hell
+And tell Satan throw some heat rocks up
+For the world’s most hottest rapper spittin’ flames like a volcanoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Smack That Bitch(copy)[Chorus:]
+Baby I love you
+Why you did me so wrong
+Why why why why
+She couldn't nothing gone me
+Baby just let me explain
+I'ma give that bitch
+I'ma smack that chick
+I don't play that chick
+
+[Verse 1: Esther]
+You used to love me, you used to touch me
+Take me out every night
+Love kissing meall night all night
+I don't deserve all this speed
+I'm so tired of crying
+You're just a player you're just a liar
+A cheater, you're a cheater ohh
+I give you my eyes, I give you my soul
+I give everything to you
+Oh cheating
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+The clutch the heart
+Better rush my cold blood
+Probably do my benz you can see it in my face
+That I'm not the burb unless you were
+Only God no would occur
+Baby I'm not here getting paid is not a game
+I'm not afraid, I meditateon bodies
+Getting all this fast dope
+Dead nigga come try me
+And end it feel it with this cash flow
+I got this strage in me they playin games with me
+I spit up on their hoodies lead their brains drippie
+This that hood love, that good love
+Real shit I spill blood
+Phone flash in tears is the way I grew up
+Baby you got an evil angel for a soul mate
+May we couldn't leave each other
+And we lose all our strength
+Pray god that we never fall apart
+Cause our love baby it was written in the stars
+Let's take that little flacture light
+That go to Mars
+Or we could chill on the block
+Drinking play bars
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 3: Prodigy]
+You speak the shit though
+I ain't got that time for nobimbos
+I got one bitch in my life and
+She all that I live for
+Get my blood, get my flash, get my soul
+Do you real quick, I don't drink behind your back
+I ain't with that D shit
+I gotta beat it lucky and snuggy on planet earth
+I got the hottest bitch alive that's swerve
+To everything sacred you priceless my precious
+I just needed to know before I gave you access
+That everything is a 100 percent
+I was just playing with that girl
+You the one that I'm bad
+All night the shape over
+Pissy drunk over you
+Nice flipping on me feeling like a hangover
+I ain't got to lie to you
+Got nothign to hide
+You the only one I ever felt this way in my life
+Now now we too good for this bullshit
+And we too fly to be crying
+Cry pretty eyes death we defy
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It’s a Body[Hook: Prodigy]
+
+I got a whole lot of soldier, you don't want to move on me
+You just want to talk, because soon as move on me
+It's a body, it's a body, it's a body, we're gone'
+Catch a body, catch a body, catch a body
+I got a whole lot of soldier, you could never move on me
+All you do is talk, because soon as you move on me
+It's a body, it's a body, it's a body, we're gone'
+Catch a body, catch a body, catch a body
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+Look you should know, my mott and mo
+Niggas heads will roll, my gun explode
+My niggas roll, Mobb Deep and yo
+Get locked, the door, get extra blown
+Young rolling stoners, I'm on that lean
+No not that drink, I'm popping P's
+I'm popping pain, get out my lane
+It's not your speed, it's not your thang
+It's only for the criminals, who put you up in critical
+I feel sorry for your mama, your family will be missing you
+You mental, I will turn your physical into spiritual
+Knock you out and then piss on you
+Worldstar that, I get you views
+You want to be known, I make you famous
+Beat your ass up the block butt naked
+Nigga you're not nothing like you're claiming
+Nigga you pop up on me, get wasted
+Please, try that with me get basted
+Bloody urine, you're marinating
+Your lame ass life you have forsaken
+Say hello to Satan
+[Hook: Prodigy]
+
+I got a whole lot of soldier, you don't want to move on me
+You just want to talk, because soon as move on me
+It's a body, it's a body, it's a body, we're gone'
+Catch a body, catch a body, catch a body
+I got a whole lot of soldier, you could never move on me
+All you do is talk, because soon as you move on me
+It's a body, it's a body, it's a body, we're gone'
+Catch a body, catch a body, catch a body
+
+[Verse 2: Boogz Boogetz]
+Yappy with the talk, that's what niggas be good at
+One I pop the trunk, leave a hater right where he stood at
+Codeine up in my cup, all they do is catch stunts
+Fuck on any bitch that I want, that whole Cali up in my blunt
+And my pockets cheesy like Calzones
+Money stretch like a mile long, bitch I'm getting my style on
+We got bricks, brown stone
+Hater I stay away from around those
+Only fuck with them down hoes
+Peep my views and my down lows
+If you ain't talking money, dial tone
+Infamous until I rest, let a woman let it click
+Said I move too fast, I be in another chick
+And I blow up in a O let me hit another zip
+Post up on the block and I kill another shrimp
+Looking out for the cops let me hit another lick
+You be fronting, you be stunting in another nigga whip
+Haters say goodbye, bet that eight will fly
+You niggas sweet, potato pie
+[Hook: Prodigy]
+
+I got a whole lot of soldier, you don't want to move on me
+You just want to talk, because soon as move on me
+It's a body, it's a body, it's a body, we're gone'
+Catch a body, catch a body, catch a body
+I got a whole lot of soldier, you could never move on me
+All you do is talk, because soon as you move on me
+It's a body, it's a body, it's a body, we're gone'
+Catch a body, catch a body, catch a bodyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bang On ’EmHere we go, you know what it is, click-clack
+
+Bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
+Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
+I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
+Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
+
+I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
+Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
+I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
+Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
+I'ma bang
+
+Ayo, my hood broke my heart into pieces
+Dunn the streets took my dreams and shattered them
+And turn me into a preacher
+Minds to money got me not givin' a fuck
+
+All I care about is muzik and who I gotta cut
+With the Mac, uzi, .47, pick a weapon
+Six million ways to die, my .25 endin'
+When I pop him in the gut, I drop him where they stunt
+
+I try keepin' it peace but that shit's for chumps
+Projects fucked me up, made me strong as ox
+Made the nigga cold blooded, ain't no friends on the block
+This the comrades and coldies, the crooked ass police
+Playin' cracks in the pocket send you up in creek
+Look don't ask me why Queensbridge can't stick together
+If you don't know the answer then you don't know the ghetto
+Everybody don't get along and that's what it is
+We either shootin' when we shoot them niggas or we gon' get hit
+
+Bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
+Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
+I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
+Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
+
+I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
+Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
+I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
+Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
+I'ma bang
+
+Ayo, my own niggas turned on me, B.I.G wasn't lyin'
+When he said, the ones who smoke blunts with you be conversant
+They was plottin' on my demise, they wanted my seed
+At the head of the table but I'm permanently chief
+
+I don't care how many bodies you got on your gun
+You either submit or go and start your own gang son
+Everybody wants to be boss, it ain't enough soldiers
+Everybody wants to call shots, it ain't enough shooter
+And it really hurts my soul that we can't click
+But whatever it'll never be the same again
+And when I see you niggas, you already know what it is
+And if you don't, you gon' find out the hard way kid
+Tried to make it work, but now I'm on some other shit
+I'm greedy with that limelight now you ain't gettin' none of it
+
+Bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
+Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
+I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
+Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
+
+I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
+Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
+I'ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
+Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
+I'ma bangEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Medicine Man[Verse 1]
+I don't write rhymes I write prescriptions
+For your addiction
+Audio fixation my flowtation is like morphine
+Through the bloodstream
+Generic rap just not potent like P
+Jeez its not music this medicine and
+I'm not a rapper I'm a medicine man
+More like a gifted holistic mystic
+But try to kick my habit and get dope sick
+Cause I'm embedded in your bones
+You in denial if you don't jones for more P
+Yeah shortly he'll be coming back I know
+He'll be havin' them cold sweats
+With the runny nose and the bubble guts
+I give you couple puffs of this fire right here
+You'll never get enough
+In 66 it was all about smat
+76 marijuana was the trend
+86 was crack, 96 and 2000 right now is that medicine man
+
+[Verse 2]
+Put me in your sound device and turn me up loud
+When your adrenaline rush your feeling me now
+I may cause rowdiness but not drowsiness
+Keep out the reach of children
+I'm a bad influence
+I make them bastards grow up faster
+And start askin' questions that you can't answer and
+I make grown women feel young
+Make your pops wanna hang out wit us and hit the club
+Take you on a natural high you never come down
+Distinctive it doesn't have a taste or smell
+Something like the air we breathe
+You can't see it but its there
+You die without it you need it
+When you under the influence of me
+Careful cause you might just crash g's
+Total your V still pull my CD out the changer
+You fucked the range up
+But you still need that medicine man
+[Verse 3]
+You a addict for me
+But pretend like you not
+See I don't fuck up lungs and leave track marks
+Niggas be closet fiends and down-low fanatics
+Embarrassed to admit that they got a P habit
+Cause they women get curious
+They wanna know what that hobby like
+Baby believe the hype
+Its the upper most echelon
+My baby this is what it feels like to climax
+That other shit stepped on
+And this is what you been missing after all of these year
+Now you can tell the difference
+Get spoiled after fuckin' with me
+Cause now the only thing you want is top quality
+I'm discernibly dope its murder she wrote
+The first try
+I got you stuck off the realness the illness
+That sick'em all rap
+More sicker than smack
+More powerful than anything
+Its that medicine manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Beast With It[Intro]
+I came into this game, game, game
+I came into this game, game, game
+I came into this game, game, game
+I came into this game, game, game...
+
+[Verse 1]
+I came into this game, a shortie, young and ambitious
+Feel like they turned me into a monster or beast with it
+Now, all I hunger for is more money, more bitches
+More people listenin' to my shit, pay attention
+
+[Instrumental Break]
+Feel like they turn to a monster or...
+Feel like they turn to a monster or beast with it
+
+[Verse 2]
+Pay attention
+This time is ours, we made this for all y'all
+I make my own rules. I don't follow, I shot call
+We do this for the underprivileged and the outsiders
+Put your hands up, we're gon' take you higher
+
+[Instrumental Break]
+Feel like they turn to a monster or beast with it
+Feel like they turn to a monster or beast with itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Get Up Get Off[Hook]
+Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
+
+[Bridge]
+You gotta get up
+Gotta get up
+If you wanna get...
+
+[Verse 1]
+I hate people that ain't movin' their shoes
+And I hate everybody that I see not feelin' my groove
+I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin' the bar
+But I hate everybody that don't like electric guitars, and I
+Hate people that can’t a dose of they medicine – fuck ‘em, we’re better‘n ‘em – they’s no one, do not compare ‘em, and I
+Twista spit the flow so hard it might show them the force
+I'd like to see somebody talkin’ shit get turned up a corpse
+Only models with the ones that got the wickedest drawers, drink liquor and ballers love – I can kick it with ya'll, but
+
+[Chorus]
+Hate phony-ass people, and I
+Hate having no droll, and I
+Hate bougey-ass clubs that don't be havin’ no bitches that bring it down to the floor, and I
+Hate when I can't help somebody, and I
+Hate when I ain't got dough, and I
+Hate if you ain’t feelin’ Twista and Prodigy rockin’ loose and partly losing control
+You gotta get up
+If you wanna get off
+
+[Bridge]
+You gotta get up
+Gotta get up
+If you wanna get...
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Keep your eyes open just so that I can stop you from blinkin’
+Make you play Russian Roulette and try to see what you're thinkin’
+Through the hole in your dome while I'm holding my own
+Get so cold in the zone, I'm destroying my clone
+I can fill a fuckin' room up with torture and pain
+Blood of the lyrical Dracula is coursing my veins
+It's the trilogy of terror, real M.C. from my era
+Then I spit some vocal agility that’ll scare ya, because I
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Shed Thy Blood[Lyrics not available.]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Award Show LifeThen it goes a little something like this
+
+Award show life, get dressed
+Red carpet, cameras, get fresh
+It's best you always look your best
+'Cause us weekly and team z don't slip nah
+Award show life, yeah we
+Cameras, seats and arm candy
+All access, badges, backstage passes
+Big dark sunglasses, to match it
+
+My life is like a video, eryday's a movie
+The press tryna kill me, please don't shoot me
+Coming out the spot with my mistress love
+Holding hands and kisses and hugs
+Front row, next to Bieber, Kanye and Carmen
+In the spotlight life, Biggy told me you on touring
+We was doing shows tryna reach our goals
+He said P, don't forget how you got where you going
+I was just a little nigga back then, I didn't care
+If I didn't have a tux, afford a black tie fair
+'Cause it wasn't my type of party, type of crowd
+I'd rather be with a …shootouts go down
+A young ball mentality, ball down
+When you grow up in the hood
+You live the hood lifestyle
+Now I own, network with big millionaires
+And you prolly seen my picture in Vanity Faire
+Award show life, get dressed
+Red carpet, cameras, get fresh
+It's best you always look your best
+'Cause us weekly and team z don't slip nah
+Award show life, yeah we
+Cameras, seats and arm candy
+All access, badges, backstage passes
+Big dark sunglasses, to match it
+
+I'm a publicity whore, fiend to be seen
+I die for more air time on the screen
+Nah, 15 minutes ain't enough for me
+I need the endless run, don't try to kill my dream
+I got a rock star house wife, she like nice things
+Tavern on the green, breakfast at Tifanny's
+Strictly Rolex and Cartier on her wrist
+She high maintenance, it's my fault she like this
+Spoil my bitch, award show lifestyle
+We on our way to another show right now
+My son growing up he thinks he Chris Brown
+My lil daughter need that college money no doubt
+I must bust my ass continue to shine
+I cannot stop no, on the road I'ma die
+Just like, give me my props
+So I'ma take mine and climb over you, city top
+Award show life, get dressed
+Red carpet, cameras, get fresh
+It's best you always look your best
+'Cause us weekly and team z don't slip nah
+Award show life, yeah we
+Cameras, seats and arm candy
+All access, badges, backstage passes
+Big dark sunglasses, to match itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Cold World[Intro]
+Yeah (Yeah)
+Drop this shit (Okay)
+Ya' know (Yeah)
+
+[Verse 1 - Prodigy]
+Over here it get cold, you better have thermal
+Under the hoodie, that’s under the snorkel
+Pair o' gloves, two pair a' socks
+Sweat pants under your jeans, kna’mean?
+Neck scarf tied on my face
+Those the hood earmuffs, I'ma lace
+E'ry one o' you, throw you in the BubbleGoose
+None of that tight shit, that's too uncomfortable
+A pair a' field Timbs, maybe Chukkas
+So I can kick your mouth and end the discussion
+It sounds violent, but not reckless
+Now that nigga, he reached for my necklace
+So I gave him a piece of the business
+When I caught him in the face with the boots
+Better run from my troops
+You better play dead when we shoot
+If we get that far it's 'cause o’ you
+
+[Hook - Prodigy]
+I gotta hold it down, I gotta squeeze
+I’ve gotta go out 'n get this cheese
+In this Cold World
+Out here niggas die tryin’ to get rich
+To numb the pain we become addicts
+O' this Cold World
+[Bridge]
+Listen (Yo, listen)
+
+[Verse 2 - Prodigy]
+Over here, Jack Frost, he run this shit
+Soon as you come outside, he punch you in the chest
+I let go the Uzi, then put it on my waist
+That'll keep me warm till I get on the train
+Fuck, it's cold as a bitch, on the subway platform, waitin’ for the J
+Real real late
+Probably like 3 in the morning, sippin' on a pint of Hennessy
+On my way to Brooklyn, comin' from the cribbo
+Check my nigga Iller and Black Mizzo
+They told me Lil' Hammer got killed
+They shot him in his stomach for his diamond grill (Ohh shit!)
+They said "I know the place where they took the ice out
+And put in a new set of fronts." Wow
+Make you want to stay in the house
+'Cause it's cold as hell, and these streets is foul
+
+[Hook - Prodigy]
+I gotta hold it down, I gotta squeeze
+I've gotta go out 'n get this cheese
+In this Cold World
+Out here niggas die tryin' to get rich
+To numb the pain we become addicts
+O' this Cold WorldEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Can’t Complain (Featuring Twin Gambino & Chinky)Hello, hello, yo what up, man?
+Who the fuck is this?
+Who the fuck it sound like, man?
+What the fuck you calling so early for, man?
+What the fuck time is it?
+It's like 3 o'clock, man
+Thought you was coming to get me, man?
+Shit, my bad son, please, man, come get me
+Man, before I choke this bitch, man
+Hurry up, son, man, it's like 90, man
+Let's get some hoes or something
+What up, dun? Same ol' shit
+No doubt, ain't nothing new
+Let's take a little spin, dun, word up
+Yo, open my wings to a new day spread my lungs
+Get laced, jump in the whip, stash the guns
+Twist the key, shifted to D then flee
+Before anything, get the daily dose of choke
+We got the Benzo flooded with smoke on the float
+My eye's burnin' from the dope killin' my throat
+Lean my seat a taste, lumbar support on the belt
+Doin' 90 or more debatin' on the latest rhyme wars
+Where units don't count
+But your rap pay add up to large amounts
+Get my thrills puttin' other nigga's skills to sleep
+Catch chills off a infamous beats
+Swing the trees doin' one-handed u'ees
+Blowin' on the ouwee 'cause we can't have the medicine canoein'
+There go the boys to the right, no days and nights like that
+Ayyo, dun, hold that down and turn it around
+Dirty as fuck, thugs drugs and guns, D's and fatigues
+T N T hopin' out of MPV's, surprise all a fuck out of me
+Got rubber Glocks pointed at me
+Ayyo Twin, what the fuck?
+They had us laid out on the ground holdin' us down
+With gats to back of our heads was goin' down
+It wasn't us that held up that bitch you got
+Where's the proof, man? Let me speak to my attorney
+I know the routine, don't try to throw me
+I been gettin' knocked since 12 and my moms tried to scold me
+But all that told me to get in more shit
+Ayyo P, what up? You my co-D, we both get knocked
+What you did with that half a tree?
+(Right in my sock)
+Yo, I hope these fuckin' dicks won't find the stash spot
+Dun, you know how I get down?
+Yo I'm ready to bounce
+Do the 100 yard-dash and tear ass
+If my other half was alive we woulda got kill
+'Cause dun woulda went for the guns and got ill
+Plus I gots cracks on me, they found the cracks on me
+Looked at'em, gave'em back to me
+I could swore they was takin' us in
+Then the lady in the car said, "that's not them"
+Picked us up, told me I could keep the drugs
+They didn't give a fuck, they was only lookin' for guns
+And you ain't gotta tell us twice
+We hopped in the car and slid off
+On our way up-town for more of that funk
+P lit the tree back up
+Got off the Tri-burrough, hit the Henry Huds
+Fuck it, let's slide through the Rutgers
+Roll the windows down 'cause infamous Mobb bumpers
+Skip To My Lou had the crowd jumpin'
+Took a walk through the park frontin'
+Didn't even have to hurt nuttin'
+Man, I love it, ain't nothin' like summer in New York
+Hear Infamous Thoughts
+Then the Dream Team music starts
+Damn, we young black entrepreneurs
+New York pricks and dicks can't stop our floss
+We like organized crime, the fuckin' Mobb
+I'm only twenty-six playin' wit' serious cards
+Dead serious cash, luxurious labs
+Learn to balance fame with pain, you can't complain
+Jus' another day livin' in the hood
+Jus' another day around the way
+Feelin' good today, oh no, we can't complain
+Jus' another day livin' in New York
+Dealin' with the jakes and the snakes 
+Feelin' good today, we hit 'em up 'cause we here to stayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+For One Night Only[Bumpy Johnson (Laurence Fishburne)]
+My name is Bumpy Johnson
+
+[Francine Hughes (Vanessa Williams)]
+Bumpy? Momma  named you Bumpy?
+
+[Illinois Gordon (Chi McBride)]
+Bumpy Johnson!
+
+[Stephanie St. Clair (Cicely Tyson)]
+Bumpy Johnson! Oh boy you're a sight to sore eyes
+
+[Verse 1]
+Uh-huh, eyo, yo, yo, yo, yeah
+Go in your [?] throw on your best feet, bring on your friends
+We, doin' it real big, tonight we gettin' it in
+Even the whole front row, shots on me, I'm
+Runnin' around the stage feelin' good, feelin' free
+I, sat in the box 3 years nigga, I'm back now
+Throw your hands up in the air if you can relate to that
+Now, where my ladies at, my potential baby mommas
+Y'all, comin' with me after the show, we'll be gone for hours
+Yeah, but for right now relax and enjoy the flow
+The smoke's startin' to flow, you're ready here we go
+Yeah, but for right now relax and enjoy the flow
+The smoke's startin' to flow, you're ready here we go
+This is top of the line rap, your money well spent
+You should be proud of yourself, you made a good investment
+I give healthy returns, my stock is up crazy
+You buy me I pay you with music that's amazing
+Required remind, they wanna know if he hot
+As he claim to be, that's what they came to see
+Yeah I'm back like a spine, a hawk spit it nasty
+Verse, some real shit-shit, to set the tone, I'm
+Screamin' through the rhythm like a gold medalist
+Watch me dance on the snare, bassline and the kick
+Get my kicks and my rocks off when I perform
+My adrenalin rush, you turn your music up more
+This arena level rap, black heavy metal
+But I still do the hole in the walls inside the ghetto
+Live at a bucket of blood where rappers don't dare
+For one night only Prodigy'll be there
+[Chorus]
+For one night only you can catch me at the spot
+See me rock live, while I'm on tour
+For one night only you can see me in your town
+Tearin' it down, doin' all of my songs
+For one night only I'll be in your territory
+Please leave all problems at the door
+For one night only, yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 2]
+This the greatest show on earth, minus all the clown shit
+I don't do gimmicks, I just put it down with force and authority
+I got seniority over these flunkies celebrity wanna-be
+Just like the Mobb I got enough songs
+To rock on any stage for two hours long, and they still want more
+I give 'em what they want, I don't act like I'm too good (nah)
+Or act like a cunt (uh-uh), I'll react like the animal I am
+I'm just havin' fun while you frontin' like you Billy Badass
+I'm schemin' on which one of these little belles
+To take back to the heartbreak hotel
+Just for one night my baby, get it while you can
+Better get it while it's hot, my baby while you got the chance
+This qualified, certified, bonafide, all that
+Satisfaction guaranteed, you can get your dough back
+
+[Chorus]
+For one night only you can catch me at the spot
+See me rock live, while I'm on tour
+For one night only you can see me in your town
+Tearin' it down, doin' all of my songs
+For one night only I'll be in your territory
+Please leave all problems at the door
+For one night only, uh-huh
+[Verse 3]
+Homegirl lose your boyfriend, tell him it's ladies night on the town
+Pack your toothbrush and overnight bag, it's goin' down
+Bottles of champagne, doin your damn thing, dim the lights down
+So I can get in my zone and perform for this crowd
+Like you didn't know tomorrow, like this my last rap
+I, never had a feeling so good in my life
+As the feeling when I'm killin' every word in my bars
+Every line in my rhyme in the park where the chorus say
+For one night, you gonna get right do what you like
+Livin' your life like it's no worries just enjoyin' the ride
+Close yo' eyes let the music sink in, and we could begin
+We could pretend like we not fallin' in lust, we could be friends
+Tell your besties to holla' back, I'mma demolish that
+And after the night go on with your life like it never happened
+If skeletons in your closet could speak they would say
+You and P were some stone cold freaks
+
+[Chorus]
+For one night only you can catch me at the spot
+See me rock live, while I'm on tour
+For one night only you can see me in your town
+Tearin' it down, doin' all of my songs
+For one night only I'll be in your territory
+Please leave all problems at the door
+For one night onlyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+7th Heaven(feat. Un Pacino)
+
+[Intro: Prodigy]
+Infamous nigga, yea-yea
+C'mon man, any nigga get charged
+And in this love scene, ayo, ayo, VIP, ayo
+
+[Chorus x2: Prodigy]
+You play yourself once, you get shot twice
+We gon' die three times, and the four takes life
+Five of you try to jump me, and six Angels come
+To take you away to +7th Heaven+
+
+[Prodigy:]
+When that alcohol hit, I'm feelin' good
+When that purple haze hit, I'm feelin' good
+Thirty milligram, yep!, I'm feelin' good
+I got so much pain, I just wanna feel good
+When them drugs take effect, I start feelin' the buzz
+Gimme right, gimme ready for the things to come
+Sex, money and murder are the things we want
+Power and longevity allow me to stunt
+On the beach, they put me on the beach
+Soakin' up the Sun chargin' up my batteries
+When I get up it's gon' be a assault battery
+Wit a Uzi, bullets peep you to asleep
+No nap time nigga, my snack time nigga
+I wrap niggas up in them doggy bags nigga
+You know, for the coroner, I'm strung out on gun fire nigga
+Turn it up more dunn
+[Chorus x2: Prodigy]
+[Un Pacino:]
+It go one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
+No man wanna die, everybody want Heaven
+Teleported, start spreadin' his wings flap to the sky
+Just when P give me the word, I'ma clap 'em 'til he die
+It take 25 seconds 'fore he actually die
+Three screamer spent 22 askin' me "Why?"
+I told 'em you crossed my vine, I tossed my nine
+And walk around with twin shotties like I lost my mind
+Boggie in the mouth, Ken Griffey the hands
+Point 'em out I make his ass part of history fam
+Yea, and I don't gotta say no more
+I've been waitin' five years to bring the K on tour
+When we carry the .44, he rollin' wit 50 Cent
+Untold the 50 gallons rock it like 50 Cent
+Yea, bussin' at the sky, fuck it I'm high
+So big one hit you, your cousin'll die
+
+[Chorus x2: Prodigy]
+"Al-Al-Alchemist"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+When U up[Intro]
+Show some love to some legends in the game you know what I'm saying
+???
+
+
+[Hook]
+When you up everybody wanna be down
+They all wanna be down
+They all wanna be down
+Everybody wanna be down when you up
+Down when you up
+Down when you up
+(x2)
+
+[Verse 1]
+
+I used to be that nigga, everybody love me
+Girls wanna kiss and hug me, it was lovely
+All the fellows wanted to be just like P
+Only to hang out and party with dunn from Mobb Deep
+My pockets was full and I bought everybody drinks
+I'm not selfish I bought everybody things
+Bottles and bags to smoke a lot of bull
+We got it poppin
+I got the Hotel rooms
+Everybody wanted to get their hand tattoed
+Same spot where I got my hand tattoed
+Wanted to be down with the team
+And most of these people didn't even know me
+My concerts packed, my albums platinum and gold
+My messages was full on my cellphone
+You couldn't tell me nothing I was fronting on my throne
+With my crown, ?? how it never come down
+[hook repeats]
+
+
+[Verse 2]
+
+Just as soon as my money ran out, and the fame start to fizzle out
+Nobody around now, they see the raincloud
+First it start drizzlin they it start pourin
+I turned around and found myself by myself soakin wet like a street dog
+??? what happened to the people I looked out for, they played me
+Girls used to stalk me now they just ignore me, they want the new popular
+
+Will complete laterEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Serve ’Em[Hook:]
+Serve em i serve em up
+Serve em i serve em up
+I serve em deliver that beef that nice you well done
+You know those pistols up
+I burn them, teach these dogs to set
+I've learned ..never snap back the hand they try to nerce em
+Fat these niggas when niggas left from starving
+Shoot that nigga f*ck daddy snoop talking
+Nigga tryin to play me son to get ..
+He thought he had the only gun
+In New York yeah yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+Or nigga wanna play with them guns well let's play in
+My shit drives lightening fast i'm like ..
+Hope listening good the words i'm sayin
+'Cause we need words ..
+They tryin take me off my square laying like a marble block
+..tryin lean on me you get me wasted
+Not not a two rapers ..wonder one
+You're just the same shit i live it out
+You just the same shit
+
+[Hook:]
+Serve em i serve em up
+Serve em i serve em up
+I serve em deliver that beef that nice you well done
+You know those pistols up
+I burn them, teach these dogs to set
+I've learned ..never snap back the hand they try to nerce em
+Fat these niggas when niggas left from starving
+Shoot that nigga f*ck daddy snoop talking
+Nigga tryin to play me son to get ..
+He thought he had the only gun
+In New York yeah yeah
+[Verse 2:]
+Hood niggas with my head on the sneak
+Hood i gt formers to .. My dick
+Look you never gonna reach my boss too high
+Never be a star like pm too fly
+Too much shine i'm too bright too smart for you niggas
+To move on i might catch the body and the hood try catch me
+F*ck that you rap our .. You touch ..
+I'ma knock your mom and your babies too
+And i'ma see you hell
+We gonna see the part two
+If i don't get em first 'cause you know i do
+
+[Hook:]
+Serve em i serve em up
+Serve em i serve em up
+I serve em deliver that beef that nice you well done
+You know those pistols up
+I burn them, teach these dogs to set
+I've learned ..never snap back the hand they try to nerce em
+Fat these niggas when niggas left from starving
+Shoot that nigga f*ck daddy snoop talking
+Nigga tryin to play me son to get ..
+He thought he had the only gun
+In New York yeah yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Money on ya headMoney On Ya Head
+[Hook]
+I put some money on your head
+I put some money on your head
+That’s just the type of shit we on
+That’s just the type of shit we on
+Niggas spin all through your block
+Niggas spin all through your block
+I bet that choppa break you off
+Some problems
+I bet that choppa break him off
+Some problems
+I bet that choppa break him off
+Talking some problems
+Niggas spin all throough your block
+I bet that choppa break you off
+Fuck with me now
+
+Good god, this stupid hog
+Reminds me at nighttime, the boulevard
+Makes me think of murder, when you least expected it
+Reminds me to keep that thing within reach
+For niggas tryina catch you, put you on camcord
+All they gonn see is blood, put that on the blog
+Have me sitting up
+Doing 15 in tin cans
+Hot as hell fuck a lil comisary fan
+And core craft so, they thought I was jokes
+He assumed it was an easy mark, now he knows
+All I do is chill, I be known my value
+Pushing my threshold, I turn up the valium
+Talking gay shit, I put these bullets inside you
+You’re my gun straight homo, my knife fuck torso
+Now you suppose that, and let the wounds marinate
+Pussy...
+[Hook]
+I put some money on your head
+I put some money on your head
+That’s just the type of shit we on
+That’s just the type of shit we on
+Niggas spin all through your block
+Niggas spin all through your block
+I bet that choppa break you off
+Some problems
+I bet that choppa break him off
+Some problems
+I bet that choppa break him off
+Talking some problems
+Niggas spin all throough your block
+I bet that choppa break you off
+Fuck with me now
+
+Pull up on the strip, straps out the window
+Catch him with his bitch, shots at his bimbo
+Talking murder 1, death to them fuck niggas
+I heard that slick shit you said that wassup niggas
+Light skin but I get busy on em
+Light skin but I get busy on em
+Level 1 vest, clips full extended
+Grind I be on mine and you know that
+Styling on these niggas fucking all they hoes
+Vs1’s on my neck, fresh on parole
+Hit my nigga p, met me out in farah
+We get money nigga, fuck niggas talking bout
+Hopped out that blue thang with the hard top
+Fucking with them coke boys, you’s a long shot
+They still know the game
+Shot my southside niggas it’s queen thang
+Prolly on a pimp, prolly on some lean mane
+Talk crazy shooters aiming at your beam maine
+It’s ramadan and I’m eating like I’m breaking fat
+Told shawty bust it open, but I’m staking at
+[Hook]
+I put some money on your head
+I put some money on your head
+That’s just the type of shit we on
+That’s just the type of shit we on
+Niggas spin all throough your block
+Niggas spin all throough your block
+I bet that choppa break you off
+Some problems
+I bet that choppa break him off
+Some problems
+I bet that choppa break him off
+Talking some problems
+Niggas spin all throough your block
+I bet that choppa break you off
+Fuck with me now
+
+I roll the weed, inside the swisher
+Take a good look at my wrists, this where my pockets get you
+Gold chains, gold rings, try to scheme, then that choppa hit you
+For rock america, catching bodies for fun
+And when them cops come, rushing the lobbies we run
+Got your girl twerk it, everytime that she come
+And if chains get that hoe on the molly, she done
+Them o shea, grind hard get no sleep
+That’s why I rest that coke boys and that infamous
+And we roll deep
+Goons talking that straight heat
+So keep a cool like ac’s
+Smoking on that og, my kush loud like my dre’s be dog
+Quit talking like you real, you ain’t never been
+If my youngins spin the block, they gonn let it ring
+Break em off, sound proper
+And I put that on my hood, ain’t nothing changed
+[Hook]
+I put some money on your head
+I put some money on your head
+That’s just the type of shit we on
+That’s just the type of shit we on
+Niggas spin all through your block
+Niggas spin all through your block
+I bet that choppa break you off
+Some problems
+I bet that choppa break him off
+Some problems
+I bet that choppa break him off
+Talking some problems
+Niggas spin all throough your block
+I bet that choppa break you off
+Fuck with me nowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+H.N.I.C. (Outro)[Robert Guillaume as Frank Napier on Lean on Me]
+I'm the Head Nigga In Charge
+Come on, let's get something to eatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dirty Martini[Hook: Troy Ave]
+Finished up my work, leavin' out my spot
+Punch niggas in they face but I don't punch clocks
+Before I hit the crib I'mma make a stop
+And order me a Dirty Martini on the rocks
+Yeah, that was cool, I take another shot
+[?] a nigga gettin' shot
+I ain't even moved and my temper's real hot
+So I'mma have a Dirty Martini on the rocks
+
+[Verse 1: Troy Ave]
+I had a hard day at work but the work was self tho
+Takin' me a break, a hustler never[?]
+Every dollar you make a bitch try'na spend
+Every dollar you make niggas thinkin' it's 10
+If you don't understand the grind then nigga
+You don't understand me nigga
+And if you got a problem it's gon' be with a beat nigga
+The name is Troy Ave but I'm far from local
+My gun go off, I ain't from vocal
+It be too much talkin' from suckas now
+Who did a lil punk scams, think they hustlers now
+These pussy ass niggas all wanna-be thugs
+We catchin' bodies over here, get your mother some hoes
+Embracin' my bricks on your neighborhood blocks
+Ain't no beef till my money gettin' stopped
+I'm shootin' me a nigga out they mothafuckin' socks
+I'm a Dirty Martini on the rocks
+[Hook: Troy Ave]
+Finished up my work, leavin' out my spot
+Punch niggas in they face but I don't punch clocks
+Before I hit the crib I'mma make a stop
+And order me a Dirty Martini on the rocks
+Yeah, that was cool, I take another shot
+[?] a nigga gettin' shot
+I ain't even moved and my temper's real hot
+So I'mma have a Dirty Martini on the rocks
+
+[Verse 2: Troy Ave]
+Yo, I don't wanna do shit but get money and fuck hoes (word)
+Keep my coke number a few bellow [?] (word)
+I'm talkin' 'bout grams, I'm talkin' 'bout Oz
+I'm talkin' 'bout bricks, but you already know
+It's your boy Troy Ave [?] swag
+With the semi-auto on me, 'cause my nerve's fucking bad
+I can shoot niggas, I don't shoot hoops
+The birds got me ballin' so I stay in the Koop (skrrt)
+[?] on the wheels, heavy on the chills
+Keep atleast 250 20 dollar bills
+Niggas know the deal, niggas know I deal
+So when you want to shop I give you a good deal
+
+[Hook: Troy Ave]
+Finished up my work, leavin' out my spot
+Punch niggas in they face but I don't punch clocks
+Before I hit the crib I'mma make a stop
+And order me a Dirty Martini on the rocks
+Yeah, that was cool, I take another shot
+[?] a nigga gettin' shot
+I ain't even moved and my temper's real hot
+So I'mma have a Dirty Martini on the rocks
+[Verse 3: Prodigy]
+My baby it's a Mobb Deep party all night
+We have a few laughs and tell a few lies
+Whatever it take for me to get up in them thots
+I tell them what they want
+They give me what I like
+Brooklyn, Queens they with, we gettin' ride
+I'm 3 months home
+I'm feelin' good to be alive
+Got my California cousins runnin' with the 5's
+Gangbang, maintain, all my niggas live
+If we don't keep it extra hard, then who will?
+Yeah them niggas spit rough but
+They lack the skills
+They keep every wolf fed and pay the house bills
+And keep the songs comin' like I'm on them blue pills
+Illuminati paid, my nigga I been lied
+And bend arms like a wife beater
+No ike, this is real hoody shit
+No fraudulence
+Troy Ave my co-defence
+We gon' drink our pain away
+I smell a rat - exposin' it
+
+[Hook: Troy Ave]
+Finished up my work, leavin' out my spot
+Punch niggas in they face but I don't punch clocks
+Before I hit the crib I'mma make a stop
+And order me a Dirty Martini on the rocks
+Yeah, that was cool, I take another shot
+[?] a nigga gettin' shot
+I ain't even moved and my temper's real hot
+So I'mma have a Dirty Martini on the rocksEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Catch Body MusicOh yeah (x3)
+Uh (x3)
+Yeah yeah
+
+[Verse 1 - Prodigy]
+This is how we murder shit; Chop sumn, pop sumn
+Down to the floor, leave that boy burnin'
+It's P now you learnin' it, mind on the purple shit
+Pass me the kush, let me show you what I'm workin' with
+I stab a nigga, have a nigga bloody on the cement
+I don't look for trouble so don't give me a reason
+Bounce your fuckin' head on the ground like a ball
+Cuz I do 'em dirty, leave 'em blurry on the floor
+'Cuz that blood get in they eyes, I Mobb on these niggas, B
+You F 'round, you go to sleep, mess around and die, see
+I live for my kids and the universe need me
+Grab the earth, and shake it repeatedly
+
+[Hook - Prodigy]
+Now shorty don't quit, get it, get it
+Let me see you move it
+Twerk that body, body
+Love the way the way you do it
+(This is Catch Body Music)
+Girl, I get you bodied
+You can be yourself, and let it all out with me mami
+Shorty don't quit, get it, get it
+Show me how you move it
+Twerk that body, body
+Love the way the way you do it
+(This is Catch Body Music)
+Girl, I get you bodied
+You can be yourself, and let it all out with me mami
+[Verse 2 - Prodigy]
+Told you
+This is how we kill shit: Slice 'em, dice 'em
+Carve 'em up real nice like cold cut slices
+Las Vegas P - is at the crap tables
+I'm throwin' G's, and I'm comin' up
+Yeah, show you how to win, show 'em where to begin
+But where you gon' end up is in god's plans
+I can't make the jackass drink the water
+But I can look out for 'em and show 'em where it's at (where it's at)
+I'm so hungry, that I could eat a horse
+I'm so thirsty, I could drink the horse blood
+Contrary to your belief, P is that shit
+You ain't gotta like my style, my fans hold me down
+
+[Hook - Prodigy]
+Now shorty don't quit, get it, get it
+Let me see you move it
+Twerk that body, body
+Love the way the way you do it
+(This is Catch Body Music)
+Girl, I get you bodied
+You can be yourself, and let it all out with me mami
+Shorty don't quit, get it, get it
+Show me how you move it
+Twerk that body, body
+Love the way the way you do it
+(This is Catch Body Music)
+Girl, I get you bodied
+You can be yourself, and let it all out with me mami
+[Verse 3 - Prodigy]
+Yeaah - 'Cuz I bang the ratch'
+Turn me up loud, this a fresh, hot batch
+The new, steamin', hot shit, fresh off the grain
+Banana clip P, bandanna on, my chain-
+Shit run through my veins, I could never fail
+I could only get iller, could only prevail
+Click clack, when it gets like that, you chill
+Uh, a lil' too late for that, go to hell
+Yo, this is how dun gangsters, they be hall-of-famers
+But playin' dangerous games, I make you famous, see
+This is how I slaughter them, and I mean all o' them
+Rapper talk back, rapper get clapped, all o' them (all o' them)
+And then we find more a' them
+These niggas is like roaches, exterminate all o' them
+Get up on dem broad dem, love and record them
+Then play it for my niggas when we dyin' to ballin'
+
+[Hook - Prodigy]
+Now shorty don't quit, get it, get it
+Let me see you move it
+Twerk that body, body
+Love the way the way you do it
+(This is Catch Body Music)
+Girl, I get you bodied
+You can be yourself, and let it all out with me mami
+Shorty don't quit, get it, get it
+Show me how you move it
+Twerk that body, body
+Love the way the way you do it
+(This is Catch Body Music)
+Girl, I get you bodied
+You can be yourself, and let it all out with me mamiEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Black Devil (EP)[Verse 1:Prodigy]
+Evil bastard
+Cut throat warmonger
+Backstabber, betray your own mother
+You double tongued, double talk cause you two face-ed
+You triple 6 with a hiss like satan
+No good snake you only speak lies
+Slime bucket scum of the universe
+Your eyes reveal that you have no soul
+And expose your true colors I see you
+From three million miles away
+That you's a sneaky motherfucker but you can't fool me
+You not my bro, you not my sis
+The devil doesn't have a skin color or a complexion
+So you not my brother you not my sister
+Your skin might be brown
+But I know that you down with about two billion demons
+Listen just stay the fuck away from me or get killed for treason
+Against The Most High
+You might got these other people scared of you
+But that shit don't fly
+Over here we laugh at you but it's not a joke
+Because people need to know about the black devil
+
+[Hook]
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+Yeah, the real outcast your time is up
+It's not the end of the world, it's the age of aquarius
+You's a deceiver
+You got the whole world confused in a daze like some rats in a maze
+You's a shape-shifter
+I don't care if you the pope, the president, or prime minister
+King queen, prince or princess
+You just fronting for the public and you fronting for the press
+But behind closed doors
+What really goes on is
+Ritualistic, cannibalistic, sadistic, masochistic
+Some real sick shit
+The most wicked there is that ever lived
+Under the sun the infamous day walker
+The movie Blade is just metaphorical
+Yes, the greatest trick that the devil ever pulled
+Is convincing the world that the devil don't exist
+People have no clue
+They looking for a red man with a pitchfork but that's just not true
+Some say that it's the white man
+But yo I'm here to let you know if you ain't know about the black devil
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3:Prodigy]
+Knowledge of equality of all people
+Even though physically we not all equal
+Erase the racism
+The only thing I see when I look at a person is good or evil
+But the 'black man is god'
+Yeah that shit sound good
+But that shit don't apply when you try and get a job
+This is real world music, reality rap
+We spent too many years on that fantasy crap
+It's time we deal with the facts
+And the fact is you ain't better than somebody because the color of your skin
+I did three years in prison
+And the white boys showed me more love than any of my so-called niggas
+So you can go and ? your doctrine
+The only thing that matters is you negative or positive
+And you can go to hell even where I'm sure you'll be fine with the rest of your kind
+People are so blind, so deaf, so dumb
+Which proves you want to battle with the war not done
+You might got these other people fooled
+But you can't fool we because we know that you a black devilEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Down & out in new york cityI was born in New York City - on a Monday!
+It seems I was out shinin' shoes 'bout Tuesday 'noon!
+All the bad cats - in the bad hats!
+I was born in New York City - on a Monday!
+It seems I was out shinin' shoes 'bout Tuesday 'noon!
+All the bad cats - in the bad hats!
+Doing me a real big favor!
+The bad cats - in the bad hats!
+Playing it on real goooooooood!
+When you're down and oouuuuuut in Newww York Cityyyyyyyy!
+Said I never, never, never gonna get that way again! AAAHHHHHHH!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Sleep When I’m Dead(Chorus: Prodigy)
+Sleep when i'm dead, right now i got the recipe to make bread
+Jealousy niggas want bullets in my head, envy niggas wanna catch me sleepin'
+But never that...
+
+I'll get enough sleep when i'm dead, right now i got the recipe to make bread
+Jealousy niggas want bullets in my head, envy niggas wanna catch me sleepin'
+But never that...
+
+(Verse 1: Prodigy)
+You think it's all a joke, but nah, you never know
+I tried to told you shit was real, but you won't hear me
+Bet you feel the pain, look at your blood splatter
+You see that bright white light; i wrote your final chapter
+You jelly when you see me, i sense a lot of hatred
+You really wanna be down and get initiated
+M.O.B.B. blood, The Infamous, cousin
+My whole unit, whole bunch of vultures and buzzers
+We circle all around, we plottin' on your death
+We schemin' on your dying, you can never catch me sleepin'
+Cuz i'm watchin' you thinking watching me, stupid
+I got the drop, i got the oo-wop and i'm gon' use it
+Right now i'm on my shit, police is on my dick
+They see the power i possess, they know my strength is crazy
+Bulletproof truck, my shit got confiscated
+When i get back i have a armed Denali waiting
+(Chorus: Prodigy)
+Sleep when i'm dead, right now i got the recipe to make bread
+Jealousy niggas want bullets in my head, envy niggas wanna catch me sleepin'
+But never that...
+
+I'll get enough sleep when i'm dead, right now i got the recipe to make bread
+Jealousy niggas want bullets in my head, envy niggas wanna catch me sleepin'
+But never that...
+
+(Verse 2: Prodigy)
+You think it's fun and games, until them bodies lay
+I stretch people out, yeah that's right you better hear me
+The hand canon blamming, it make your bone shatter
+Then take your head with the bazooka or the rocket launcher
+.357 blast, the .44 explode
+I gotta hold it down, you fucked around you gotta go now
+Baby, baby love, she wants some thug in her
+I fill her up with love deep, then i go deeper
+Getting jerry sprung, i have ya honey bun
+You know the game, pimp playa, how you catchin' feelings?
+Fuck a stupid bitch, i'm gettin' stupid rich
+My money retarded, you fakin' now get crazy, they can -
+Never get no rest, but i'll be gettin' stacks
+Never can relax cuz my brain is hyperactive
+All about the dough, about the dough, heard you
+I heard you looking for me nigga, here i go!
+
+(Chorus: Prodigy)
+Sleep when i'm dead, right now i got the recipe to make bread
+Jealousy niggas want bullets in my head, envy niggas wanna catch me sleepin'
+But never that...
+
+I'll get enough sleep when i'm dead, right now i got the recipe to make bread
+Jealousy niggas want bullets in my head, envy niggas wanna catch me sleepin'
+But never that...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Delt(Prodigy)
+Dunn it's real like that
+
+(Havoc)
+Uh huh yeah
+Uh huh yeah(uh huh)
+Yeah, ha(solo on that ass ? dealt with the bullshit)
+Check me out dunn(yeah)
+Check me out now(out yo)
+
+Yo
+Feel me on the road, feel me at the shows
+Feel me for what I stand for
+And I'ma do it til the death til I can't no more
+Fuck a hoe, it's all about dough
+Still, fuck her and still don't love em
+That's word to mother
+Un-cover the truth, enjoy my youth
+It's die or lose
+I wonder what if I was sittin in the pen
+On the strength that I had to hurt something
+Cuz my stomach hurtin
+I'm a cool nigga, but don't let me start buggin
+Love my moms, love my little sis, plus my little dunn
+Niggas gotta eat, fuck settling for crumbs
+Hell no, me a bum on the streets looking dumb
+Til hell freezes over yo y'all niggas better run
+(Chorus)(Repeated 2x)
+(Havoc)
+Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit
+Lived through the bullshit
+So put a clamp on them loose lips
+My niggas do kill shit(pow pow, pow pow pow)
+
+(Prodigy)
+Guns redundant
+My dunns move in abundance
+We loose cannons, my rugar will pop somethin
+What's all the frontin
+Being cavilier will get you nothing
+Or maybe touched though
+Keep pressing me and we be thumpin like the ? vs. the hawks
+When little boy got a foot long stuck in his back
+And punctured his lungs
+It's very brutal, how the N.I.C. will do you
+Yo get KO'ed and pissed on for being rude
+Yeah, respect the colors and the flag i wave
+Respect the I.M.D. embroidery
+My shit is classic and authentic
+Blowin dick
+Y'all niggas grafting my whole presence
+Get your own shit
+My voltage, be higher than the wire pole get
+King vulture, more flyer than your average rap pigeon
+Now, twist up your cheebas
+I get deeper in debt
+My rap page make niggas throw they reefer at us
+Love me, bless me, like you supposed to do
+Just don't test me niggas I be toasted up
+What(echoes)
+(Havoc)
+Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit and lived through the bullshit
+
+(Chorus #2)
+Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit
+Lived through the bullshit(no doubt no doubt, yeah yeah yeah)
+So put a clamp on them loose lips
+My niggas do kill shit(pow pow, pow pow pow)
+
+(Prodigy)
+My style, identical to guns that burst
+I'm like a fourth when I go off, or even worse
+It's like an ill box cutter fight where no one backs down
+My shit burn, make em far from a clown
+
+(Havoc)
+Ay yo, likewise
+See a nigga that I can't trust is a nigga I despise
+Then I, reply with a cold shoulder
+You ain't a gat holder, you just a crossover switchover
+
+Chorus #2
+
+(Chorus #3)
+Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit
+Lived through the bullshit(uh huh, yeah)
+So put a clamp on them loose lips
+My niggas do kill shit(pow pow, pow pow pow)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Seventh Heaven[Prodigy]
+Infamous nigga, yea-yea
+C'mon man, any nigga get charged
+And in this love scene, ayo, ayo, VIP, ayo
+
+You play yourself once, you get shot twice
+We gon' die three times, and the four takes life
+Five of you try to jump me, and six Angels come
+To take you away to 7th Heaven
+
+When that alcohol hit, I'm feelin' good
+When that purple haze hit, I'm feelin' good
+Thirty milligram, yep!, I'm feelin' good
+I got so much pain, I just wanna feel good
+When them drugs take effect, I start feelin' the buzz
+Gimme right, gimme ready for the things to come
+Sex, money and murder are the things we want
+Power and longevity allow me to stunt
+On the beach, they put me on the beach
+Soakin' up the Sun chargin' up my batteries
+When I get up it's gon' be a assault battery
+Wit a Uzi, bullets peep you to asleep
+No nap time nigga, my snack time nigga
+I wrap niggas up in them doggy bags nigga
+You know, for the coroner, I'm strung out on gun fire nigga
+Turn it up more done
+It go one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
+No man wanna die, everybody want Heaven
+Teleported, start spreadin' his wings flap to the sky
+Just when P give me the word, I'mma clap 'em 'til he die
+It take 25 seconds 'fore he actually die
+Three screamer spent 22 askin' me "Why?"
+I told 'em you crossed my vine, I tossed my nine
+And walk around with twin shotties like I lost my mind
+Boggie in the mouth, Ken Griffey the hands
+Point 'em out I make his ass part of history fam
+Yea, and I don't gotta say no more
+I've been waitin' five years to bring the K on tour
+When we carry the .44, he rollin' wit 50 Cent
+Untold the 50 gallons rock it like 50 Cent
+Yea, bussin' at the sky, fuck it I'm high
+So big one hit you, your cousin'll dieEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Strung Out[Verse 1]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Most Dangerous[Hook (2x):]
+What's the prognosis I'm focused about my bacon strips
+What's your agenda I'm never off point my clique
+We still the dopest the coldest the most dangerous
+We still the dopest the coldest the most dangerous
+
+[Verse 1:]
+I still pop a few drugs, pop a little bub get a low neck
+For my little jump bunny in the projects
+She like my swag there's no contest
+Perignon P that's me, that's me, no doubt, no doubt, I'm next
+Leave this mic and pick my teeth
+Always my man is passed tooth pick
+A little dessert that'll work what's on thе menu
+Some basemеnt track tell than to let loose
+Some real hot shit that burn like pistols
+And DJs won that instrumental
+That murder that fire that killed the plane and serving fiends
+They wanna get higher and higher we got what they need
+This that hit a nigga with the back when the nigga wanna act like upward in
+What a really is showing what it is and a better nigga never do that again
+Niggas emotional like Carl Thomas
+I hurt your feelings and I'm not sorry
+The autobiography of the hardest artist I draw your blood
+Test my hand I test my aim and that's your sketch but on your face
+Canary stoolies when a jammie up and half a nigga catch a brand new case
+I know your style you so tough tell a ??? knock out your brain
+I tell on that dead man no make no statements and can't cooperate
+[Hook (2x):]
+What's the prognosis I'm focused about my bacon strips
+What's your agenda I'm never off point my clique
+We still the dopest the coldest the most dangerous
+We still the dopest the coldest the most dangerousEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Keep It Thoro (Remix)[Intro: Prodigy & Havoc]
+Uh-huh, oh, y'all niggas killers now?
+(What the fuck?) Oh word?
+Catch you comin' out your fuckin crib
+
+[Chorus: Havoc]
+Half-ass nigga, rap frontin' nigga
+So butt, can't even look your own self in the mirror
+(Yeah, catch a fuckin' bullet, nigga)
+Niggas like you only belong in the theater
+P-E-dub keep it thoro, nigga, you know the dealin's
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
+Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
+Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
+Tour the album, only for more sales
+We used to catch those on the block with crills
+Now it's paid shows, promoters post up bills
+Sign deals only if the math is real
+If we can't match numbers
+Then you can't have the Head Nigga In Chargе and shit
+Live nigga rhymes artist
+Pardon, P-dub shines rеgardless
+Remorseless, haunt niggas like poltergeists
+My advice, 'fore it get like that, is think twice
+'Fore you move on it, put jewels on it, who want it
+Loose niggas make the news when we start formin'
+Snatch stripes off a nigga's uniform often
+Doin' it past your delf, you way out your jurisdiction
+While niggas bullshit on the grill
+I don't fuck around, dunny, this move's real
+I keep it thoro, nigga
+[Chorus: Havoc]
+You's a half-ass nigga, rap frontin' nigga
+So butt, can't even look your own self in the mirror
+Niggas like you only belong in the theater
+P-E-dub keep it thoro, nigga, you know the dealin's
+You's a half-ass nigga, rap frontin' nigga
+So butt, can't even look your own self in the mirror
+Niggas like you only belong in the theater
+P-E-dub keep it thoro, nigga, you know the dealin's
+
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+Yo, let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo
+While niggas bullshit on the grill
+I don't fuck around, dunny, this move's real
+I gave birth to your whole style and feel
+How do it feel, to hold my dick in public
+Cock blower, duplicate rap cloner
+Let's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
+I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
+Grab niggas by the throat, show and prove
+Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy
+Did a buck off of my shit and wrapped your Audi
+Tempramental, I snap quick, very touchy
+Ayo, my attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
+I rap like no one out there can fuck with me
+You feel different, niggas see me
+I throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say P you crazy
+A +Pain in Da Ass+, nah but +Fuck you, Pay me+
+I'm no shorty, nigga ,I stop your glory
+I'm a thorough street nigga for real, you just applaud me
+Avoid P, man, take your baby mom's advice
+I'm nothin' sweet, ill with the guns, you pay the price
+When you see me in the streets, soldier, salute me
+You just a groupie — oh, you gangsta? Then shoot me
+Who gives a fuck really? I miss my nigga Twin, kill me
+So I can join the rest of my force up in the heavens
+You rap niggas make me laugh, y'all crazy ass
+And I don't give a fuck what you sold, that shit is trash
+Bang this, 'cause I guarantee that you bought it
+Heavy airplay all day...
+I keep it thoro, nigga
+[Chorus: Havoc]
+Uh-huh, you's a half-ass nigga, rap frontin' nigga
+So butt, can't even look your own self in the mirror
+Niggas like you only belong in the theater
+P-E-dub keep it thoro, nigga, you know the dealin's
+You's a half-ass nigga, rap frontin' nigga
+So butt, can't even look your own self in the mirror
+Niggas like you only belong in the theater
+P-E-dub keep it thoro, nigga, you know the dealin's
+
+[Outro: Havoc]
+Thoro, nigga; thoro, nigga, know what I'm sayin'
+Catch you cats comin' out your crib, comin' out your crib, what
+Y'all niggas bullshittin' on the grill, for real
+You lettin' niggas up on that, get off that
+That's ours, get away from there
+You know what I'm sayin'? Word up
+M-O-B-B for life, nigga, P-E-dub, 2001, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Stop Stressin’You gotta stop stressin'
+
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+In the SmashI got niggas in my smash
+
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+Test Tube BabiesY'all test tube babies
+
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+Who You Bullshittin’[Prodigy]
+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
+[Chrous]
+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
+[Chorus X2]
+
+[Havoc]
+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
+
+[Chrous X2]
+[Prodigy]
+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
+
+[Chorus X2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Seen Too Much[Verse 1]
+Nigga I got the heart of a man
+Blood of the gods
+[Granted?] for prodigy
+Straight forward bomb
+Niggas letting guns off
+And I ain't thuggin'
+One supposed to make moves
+Man I ain't budgin'
+Man I ain't pluckin'
+[?]
+And I whoop that ass if you get close to me
+Niggas best form in line and side with us
+Cause any other side gon' bite the dust
+Nigga this ain't Star Wars
+Where there's gon' be a murder
+On MTV news, you make the wrong move
+Dude I thought I told ya I'm an infamous soldier
+G-Unit gorilla banana clip loader
+When I was a young thug
+I had [gone to?]
+Being so rich we can spend it how we wanna
+And now my dreams is real
+We standin' on mills
+And fuck the fake shit
+The hood made me real
+[Chorus]
+That shit don't scare us
+We've been through too much
+That shit don't faze me
+I've seen too much
+The pain and death we know
+We've been through so much
+That's why we so high and we smoke so much
+(x2)
+
+[Verse 2]
+I got a serious habit for that [floral ten haze?]
+Cause beef got me sharp
+Always clutchin' them thangs
+Some niggas pop they tail
+They so afraid
+I'm a pro with those
+Right in police face
+Need to go down homie, homie you ain't safe
+It's no neutral zone
+Everywhere it's a go
+I don't lose no sleep
+But I do have nightmares
+And niggas movin' on me
+And my gun always jam
+Shit I wake up in the morning look myself in the mirror
+Shit
+Nigga fuck dreams
+In real life I kill ya
+I got everything a man could want outta life
+And when I'm bored
+I look for the niggas I don't like
+[Chorus]
+That shit don't scare us
+We've been through too much
+That shit don't faze me
+I've seen too much
+The pain and death we know
+We've been through so much
+That's why we so high and we smoke so much
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+Circle Don’t StopThe circle doesn't stop
+
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+Running From[Hook:]
+The moment you born you was living to die (Trav what up nigga)
+So what you running from, from, from (Know it's on right)
+Cause I ain't scared to die, die, die (We ain't running nowhere nigga)
+So what you running from, from, from (When popped off for tonight)
+Cause you was born to die
+
+[Verse 1:]
+You share on my face that I'm fearless
+You can tell from my actions I want more
+Money, green, paper I'm losing my ability
+And calm to fuck down and my soldiers kill for me
+That's why I just ??? in the first place
+I physically most hold the gun I must delegate
+And sometimes you put that H on your back
+And handle that pick that ratchet and find whey they at
+Stretch a pussy out just like a whores vagina
+Little nigga whole timеr get lined up
+Barber of thе 'Ville boy hit you with the clipper
+The 40 pound ??? now plead me a river
+You never been a war, you niggas got rap beef
+IPhone thugs got drama on Twitter
+The niggas should've long in these draws when the guns ripped
+Spook them my niggas you shook to death, get 'em
+
+[Hook:]
+The moment you born you was living to die
+So what you running from, from, from (Why y'all running, why y'all going)
+Cause I ain't scared to die, die, die
+So what you running from, from, from
+Cause you was born to die
+[Outro:] (Fades)
+You can't hide
+Gon' catch you whatever nigga
+You gon' see you and then you know it's gon' happen after thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Damn DaddyGod damn daddy
+
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+AnytimeAnytime for all time
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+PhDYeah
+You know the time
+Don't, Don't
+Don't worry about it
+What you say, what you say
+Uh, Let's go
+
+Infamous life
+Big Bandana
+General Bars
+Major rap master
+Certified heroine
+The Perignon don
+Hip Hop god
+Legend of the hood
+I are
+The mythbuster I reveal the facts
+So don't be shocked when your fav rapper gets is head wrapped
+I don't draw first blood, I just clean up the hazmat
+I don't go looking for trouble
+I'm past that
+Greener pastures
+Bluer skies
+Clearer oceans
+Above and beyond
+All that wack shit
+Banging too dopе music
+Drinking mature grapes
+I can't fuck with a sucker
+I'm on anothеr page
+I'm too cool
+I'm too hot
+My bitch too badass
+The fem 2Pac
+My shit so good
+The fuck I want to rap with you for
+And waste my gift
+On some bullshit-lame nigga song
+---
+What else you got
+Boiling spit
+It burn my mouth
+How could I not brag-listen my words I put it down
+I don't fuck about
+I don't dick around
+I'm a professional
+I don't shine shoes no more
+You ain't get the memo
+Beat you with that shine box
+Black Cesar
+Brown skin Chiapas
+Chiefing on Cheeba
+Tell that nigga Solomon he dead on Sheba
+Cause' the glamourous life ain't much without love
+This are the days of our lives so live to the max
+In the pool with my clothes on
+We laughin like kids
+Fuck y'all get the gasface
+They've got the mad face
+When you rich they think the only way is luminati
+So fuck 'it let 'em think it
+Like who'd a ever thunk it
+Master P and I ain't talkin' 'bout Percy
+R.I.P A.S.A.P
+Street Wise that's why they call him PHDEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Box CuttersNiggas be acting like shit is on gravy
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+Blacc Panther[Chorus]
+Pray on 'em I get 'em
+Stay on 'em don't let 'em
+Creep on 'em
+BLACC PANTHER
+[Verse 1]
+Jealousy and envy
+That's a bitch move
+Niggas talking crazy
+That's what chicks do
+
+Yeah, I'm on some bullshit
+I got issues
+Get up of ma dick
+Before I get you
+
+And when I get you that's that
+Run up on 'em
+Blacc Panther
+You gon' pay for your sins
+
+Pull up on 'em
+Blacc Panther
+Pray on 'em
+I get 'em
+Make a foward for the setup
+Stay on 'em
+Don't let 'em
+Creep on 'em
+Blacc Panther
+
+[Chorus]
+(blaccblaccblaccblacc
+Blaccblacc
+Blaccblaccblaccblacc)
+Blacc Panther
+
+[Verse 2]
+Thought you gettin' over
+But I'm slicin' faces open
+Thought they can get away with murder
+But the revolt coming
+
+Repeat the first two bars
+Just grab 'em to achieve
+I keep my enemies far
+You fucking away from me
+
+[Outro]
+Pray on 'em I get 'em
+Stay on 'em don't let 'em
+Creep on 'em
+BLACK PANTHER
+And that's that
+Run up on 'em
+Blacc Panther
+You gon' pay for your sins
+Pull up on 'em
+Blacc Panther
+Pray on 'em
+I get 'em
+Make a forward for the setup
+Stay on 'em
+Don't let up
+Creep on 'em
+Blacc Panther
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+They Want Me DeadThe FEDS want me dead
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+Intro (Product of the 80's)Welcome to the 1980s
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+Zoo Musik?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Lay LowYou gotta lay low
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+Sex, Drugs & MurderGet yo fill of sex, drugs and murder
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+Raining Guns & Shanks[Verse 1]
+Tired o' this shit, it's monstrous
+The way it flows is marvelous
+He deserves a monument (Who?)
+Yeah, built for me, king of the spit
+[?] to infamous soldier
+G-Unit gorilla, R.I.P
+Finger real itchy like Chi Ali
+Wishing a n**** would try stunt on me
+I'm just getting warm [Come on!]
+You hear that pot whistle? That's when I'm ballin'
+Them gunshots whistle and n****s get burped
+I'm pipin' hot, then I'm pipin' her
+O.P.P., the Don P bitch
+The Mac is back and I brought extra clips
+Cuz n****s out here got extra lip
+'Til they feel that pain, when I let it rain
+And clear it out, n**** no doubt
+I pull your g-string down south, pussy
+
+[Chorus] x2
+Move, pop, shit, drop, go, dumb, get, crunk
+You do what you do, I do my thing
+Infamous soldiers, guns and shanks
+It's gon' be blood man it's gon' rain
+And I'm not scared, man it's okay
+[Verse 2]
+Yo, I can't be stopped, my confidence
+Is made of steel, the bulletproof kid
+Sittin' at the top where I'm supposed to sit
+And right in front of your face, you can't believe it
+N****s wanna know what kind of bottle I'm drinking
+Get a good look at the wrist, don't even think it
+Can't talk to me, talk to my dawg
+N****s need to pray, and talk to the lord
+Cause getting close to me as close to him
+Let's play a little game, of life or death
+Heard you got a lil' name, got a lil' rep
+Make a lil' noise with your lil' four fifth
+When I pop shit off, it makes CNN
+Top story the news and they don't know shit
+While I be on the island getting dark skinned
+Lil' shorty rub my back and pass the stick
+The cops ain't never gon' find out shit
+Stop sweatin' me, get off my dick
+
+[Chorus] x2
+Move, pop, shit, drop, go, dumb, get, crunk
+You do what you do, I do my thing
+Infamous soldiers, guns and shanks
+It's gon' be blood man it's gon' rain
+And I'm not scared, man it's okayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+P Keep Spittin’Yeah nigga bust yo thang
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+Drop Em OffDrop them off
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+Gimmie LittleGimme a little of this
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+Gin LoveI got some gin love
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+Lay’d OutI got everything lay'd out
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+SlaughterhouseWelcome to the Slaughterhouse
+
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+Dirty Game (Remix)Its a dirty game
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+StrandedWe about to get stranded
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+Where’s Your LeaderShow me where yo leader is
+So I can take what's his
+
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+Lil ThunnGet a load of that lil thunn
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+It’s Not A GameIts not a game
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+Talk AboutTalk about some serious shit
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+Fish MeatSalty like fish meat
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+Look In My LifeTake a good look in my life
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+That’s NastyYou fucked up so bad, your body half dead
+But you get what you deserve
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+ExtremeThat's extreme
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+Money On Your HeadPut the money on your head
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+PrisonerI am a prisoner in my own city
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+FraudsHit the frauds
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+Love & MoneyNever mix money and love
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+Body BagGet yo whole family in a body bag
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+Getting CloserIt is getting closer and closer
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+Don’t Get Me ConfusedDon't get me confused with no other
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