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Killa!
Prodigy: Yeah, look here man Every time the ball drop on New Years Eve We toast to more money, we smoke to more cheese Burn this one for beating my case Then pop me another bottle and keep celebrating When Im 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 aint fake, nah this is gon hurt And you gon feel pain Im the results of slavery and poverty You had the drugs and guns to equal to P Watch how every time the drama pop off Im on top The niggas try that with me and get shot Ayo my donuts, dunn I got dumb out money Wild paper, you niggas better run now from me
(Chorus x2: Prodigy) New Yitty, my hands never gritty Ill send the young boy to destroy every living Think outside, do inside the place Ill just do it my self, can never be too safe out here in
Prodigy: Yeah, yeah, every time Im 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 xs and os On the tips Ill shoot you in the lips Speaking on my name just so you could get a spin (KILLA!) Couple spins, this nigga is wack Yous a ugly dipshit, the black Craig Mack Im a handsome shooter, Ill simple clutch the ruger And blow your bummer clout rot face to Bermuda Im a mobster, with the two Bs front to O You pull my foul, all you gon see is gold And platinum music, homey go make a hit With 15 minutes of fame consider it a gift
(Chorus x2: Prodigy)
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