[Intro: Big Daddy Kane & Prodigy]
Yeah, what up shot?
Ain't shit, my nigga, it’s that shit right here
Know how we do
Let me get some of that drank, what you got in that bag, nigga?
Allow me to emote
Yeah, let's spit some of that shit P
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
I know you want what's mine, get your own shit
I know you want my wife, get your own bitch, you hear?
Get your own, your own, ya heard?
Sex, drugs and money, but music come first
Without havin’ these beats, I would be lost
I can't write greatness to production that's garbage
Cold-hearted, I'm like, "Please get away from me
I don't want your bum life rubbin' off on me"
I'm picky than a female, I choose like a whore
I don't settle for less, fuck that, I want more
I’m the best rapper alive, them niggas lied to you
I decide who not to flip on and let ’em do they numbers
Yeah, come check my eyes out, come see
Give my power a test, I have you runnin' naked in the street
What’s beef? These niggas is cute
Puppy shit, talkin' that gangbang shit, I shoot
First dumb nigga with a light bulb over his head
You rather follow suit than get your money instead
I'm well-rounded, I'm not stuck on one thing
My painful life is very humbling, but
I’m well-rounded, so that bein' known
On my cocky shit, bitch, you could kick stones
I ain't pressed for love, I try really hard
But it's a two-way street, you ain't givin' back, I'm gone
Yeah, what up shot?
Ain't shit, my nigga, it’s that shit right here
Know how we do
Let me get some of that drank, what you got in that bag, nigga?
Allow me to emote
Yeah, let's spit some of that shit P
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
I know you want what's mine, get your own shit
I know you want my wife, get your own bitch, you hear?
Get your own, your own, ya heard?
Sex, drugs and money, but music come first
Without havin’ these beats, I would be lost
I can't write greatness to production that's garbage
Cold-hearted, I'm like, "Please get away from me
I don't want your bum life rubbin' off on me"
I'm picky than a female, I choose like a whore
I don't settle for less, fuck that, I want more
I’m the best rapper alive, them niggas lied to you
I decide who not to flip on and let ’em do they numbers
Yeah, come check my eyes out, come see
Give my power a test, I have you runnin' naked in the street
What’s beef? These niggas is cute
Puppy shit, talkin' that gangbang shit, I shoot
First dumb nigga with a light bulb over his head
You rather follow suit than get your money instead
I'm well-rounded, I'm not stuck on one thing
My painful life is very humbling, but
I’m well-rounded, so that bein' known
On my cocky shit, bitch, you could kick stones
I ain't pressed for love, I try really hard
But it's a two-way street, you ain't givin' back, I'm gone
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