[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Don't get scared, just be prepared for the worst
The streets coerced my mind with crime
My 9 busts shots and outbursts
Through your back out your thinker
And show these crab niggas the power of the finger
Quran, you wouldn't believe the shit I fell upon
It was me and Havoc sippin' on Moet Chandon
I went outside to drain my main vein for some relief
Found a backpack full of G notes
And like a thief, I snatched it up
Back at the crib I stashed it up
Waited two days and started spendin' it fast as fuck
Straight up splurgin'
Open like a virgin with her first piece of dick, 10 yards ain't shit
I blessed all the gods with thousands and cars
No more hustlin', now we can open up bars
To wash all this money clean
Nigga, it's the American dream, but it ain't as easy as it seems
‘Cause now these mob niggas looking for they cream
And word got back through this fiend that it was me
Who stole they lucci
Now they putting out hits tryin' to shoot me
But I'm out in L.A. on the low livin' Gucci
And lavish, they tryin' to take they money back
It's two to they cabbage, Quran, what's the haps, kid?
(Man its whatever, I got the heat we can do this 'cause yo)
Don't get scared, just be prepared for the worst
The streets coerced my mind with crime
My 9 busts shots and outbursts
Through your back out your thinker
And show these crab niggas the power of the finger
Quran, you wouldn't believe the shit I fell upon
It was me and Havoc sippin' on Moet Chandon
I went outside to drain my main vein for some relief
Found a backpack full of G notes
And like a thief, I snatched it up
Back at the crib I stashed it up
Waited two days and started spendin' it fast as fuck
Straight up splurgin'
Open like a virgin with her first piece of dick, 10 yards ain't shit
I blessed all the gods with thousands and cars
No more hustlin', now we can open up bars
To wash all this money clean
Nigga, it's the American dream, but it ain't as easy as it seems
‘Cause now these mob niggas looking for they cream
And word got back through this fiend that it was me
Who stole they lucci
Now they putting out hits tryin' to shoot me
But I'm out in L.A. on the low livin' Gucci
And lavish, they tryin' to take they money back
It's two to they cabbage, Quran, what's the haps, kid?
(Man its whatever, I got the heat we can do this 'cause yo)
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