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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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

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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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

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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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

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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..
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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)
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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..."

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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
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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
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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
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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
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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)
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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?
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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
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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
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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
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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

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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
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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!
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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...
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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

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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
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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

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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!
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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

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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
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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]
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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.

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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
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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

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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
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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

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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'
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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
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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
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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.

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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
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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

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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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

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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
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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

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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

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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

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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
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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]

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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.

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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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)

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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
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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)
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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

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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
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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
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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

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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
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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
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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
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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'
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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
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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
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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
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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

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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
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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
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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 
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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
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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]
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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

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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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

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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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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
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You can't hide
Gon' catch you whatever nigga
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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
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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
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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]
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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
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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
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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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The RealnessTaste the realness



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They ScaredThey scared of us



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Run The CityGuess who runs the city



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HomicideIts a homicide



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Off The WallHit it off the wall



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Top ShottasWe be the top shottas



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Dump TruckMy raps are a dump truck



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Don’t Tell MeYeah don't tell me



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Grandmode InfamousWe are grandmode infamous



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They Love Me In The Hood (Freestyle)They love me in the hood



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UpsetI AM UPSET



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