R.I.P. Prodigy (Ft. Havoc & Raekwon)

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Nobody can't stop our rain
I don't bend, I don't break
Too much dough to ever go broke
Too much flow, I'm not no fluke
Too much champagne to use flutes
I'm straight from the bottle like a genie hoop
Grant you death wishes
You play yourself outta pockets
I get vicious
I don't dance, I just do this
Burn it down, I smell Piff
I'm posted up
Like an advertisment for a gangsta flick
She like that, I'm smoother
She's used to dudes trying to seduce her
I tell her straight up let's move towards the exit
So I can put her high-heeled shoes up
On the roof of the hard head coupe
She want me for me, and you for loot
You goof troop, I'm all
Throughout the globe, you're a local star
Stay in your lane and get folded
Wrapped up like tour bus promotion
You's a flop, when your album drop
It's like dropping a brick into the ocean