Prodigy]

I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines

I'm that quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme

P yea u heard of him but I ain't concerned with them

nigga I pop more guns than u holdin them

make my rotweiller sons out and scold your men

unload ten in braw day light get right

fuck your life hop on my '98 dirt bike

u try to stop mines from growin

I make your blood stop flowin

take affirmative action to any ass if he ask it

I become the mack-10

you's a dick blower tryin to speak the dun language

what the drilly with that though it ain't bangin'

u hooked on mobb phonics infamous-bonics

lying to the pop dog like u got it

you ain't wildin out for the night fish blower

rusty shank holder we live this shit



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[Havoc]

It's the real shit nigga make u feel shit[the real......]

bump it in the clubs shit

have you wildin out when bump this[hip-hop.....]

drugs to your ear drum the raw uncut

have a nigga OD but it's never enough



[Prodigy]

Ay yo the P rock 40 inch cables drinkin white label

my chain hang down to my dick my piece bang glass tables

diamonds and guns before the fame duke a nigga like me hold tecs

are you the same too

goin through the emotions of gun holdin

long shotguns down my pants leg limpin

Killa-B you still livin even my pops too he taught me how to

shoot when I was 7 yo

I used to bust shots crazy

I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me[POW!]

I love my pops for that I love my nigga E-Black

I'll take the life of anyone who tryin to change what's left

and then through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death

all y'all brand new niggas just scared to death

I spent too many night sniffin' coke gettin' right

wastin' my life now I'm tryin to make things right

grand open some gates invest in the rap business

do things for the kids[the little duns]

build a jungle gym behind the crib so they can enjoy youth

CBRs,VCRs,ATV and big screen TVs nigga please

don't make me have to risk my freedom

we spent our whole life for this

you'll get your shit beat in.....[The real]



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[Prodigy]

It go 1,2,3 to the 4th

that nigga P-double got that shit for y'all

people to rock to stirrin up pots of brew

in hell's kitchen I'm chef the impossible

servin' hot plates all across the unified states

sit down and sup with top rap reps

all across we board move diligent

you better walk like nigga on the tight rope duke

infamous 1st infantry 1st division,4th mission

1st assignment give 'em that shit they been missin

my new edition's way bitchin' those that listen

get addicted to my diction fuck rhymes I write prescriptions

for your disease generic rap's just not potent like P's

1,100 ccs on the throttle I peel off chest naked on Katanas

spaghetti head mobb niggas is full bred full blown

militin tone I rock the skeleton bone

thirst for verses and thirst for worse beats

so I can put more product out on the street

get respect and love all across the board

we've been endured for keepin it raw

nothin less or more

I score everytime for sure

while the rest of y'all niggas just i'll



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