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[Prodigy: talking] |
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Yeah |
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Hey, hey, hey, hey |
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It's like this nigga, yeah |
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[Prodigy:] |
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Aiight before I get started spark up the Laurelton |
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Light up the night up, now let's get it going |
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To the mothaf**king top, I don't mothaf**king stop |
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Till we find life out there and setup shop |
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Party rocking, bottles popping at Henny and Mo' |
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It's like 500 bitches now we're having a bowl |
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Got a gun, screwdriver, a knife, and a shank |
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Plus I break face bones with my platinum rings |
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It's a ghetto love story I'm in love with life |
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Of the rich and Infamous, Ferrari's and Ice |
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Lamborghini bikes, they ain't make those yet |
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I'm still waiting for that 700 Benz |
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I do it for my niggas in the dead and in the pens |
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Just when you think this shit's over |
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That's when this shit begins |
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This the Bronx, this Harlem, Brooklyn and Queens |
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That 'New York State of Mind' where you're popping 'em thangs |
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[Chorus x2: Prodigy] |
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The violence don't stop |
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The beef don't seize |
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The money keep coming |
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The paper increases |
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The gun fire don't end |
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The people stay dying |
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So I'm a keep living the life |
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You damn right |
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[Prodigy:] |
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Murda, murda, the murder |
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Killa, killa, the killer |
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From Queens goddammit |
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I'm a menace to the planet |
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Put your body on that asphalt, f**king asshole |
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Come to the hood and you ain't got no passport? |
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He couldn't get his gun out the stash fast enough |
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So that nigga got his ass blasted up |
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Keep the Hennessy coming, and we keep lighting up |
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Nigga I stay sedated, that's right we're not cut |
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From the same cloth, you're chin-chilla soft |
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I'm brilla-pack cost, I'll take your skin off |
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You *edit* - rub me the wrong way |
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You're a suit and tie nigga, P hoody all day |
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Tattoos and jewels - Mister Cartoon |
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And Gabriel in the district, get all my loot |
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I'm addicted to looking fresh |
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I'm super fly, got a bad habits for hammers |
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I'm in love with .9s |
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[Chorus x2: Prodigy] |
