[Intro: Roc Raida & Prodigy]
"Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned..."
"Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned..."
"Wake you up and as I stare in your..."
"Wake you up and as I stare in your..."
[Chorus: Prodigy]
"I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned"
Remember P, the one you got your whole style from?
"I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned"
Remember me, the one you got your rhyme style from?
"I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned"
Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from?
"Yo it's the P" *cut and scratched*
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yo, disperse from off this, who the culprits
That claim to be the newest, rappin' bullshit
My rhymes get Ruger endorsements
My song boost Intratec sales through the ceiling
Let's talk with guns, convos 'til the po-lice come
Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match
Burst macs like it's Hamburger Hill for real
It's Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on
My outfit stuck on some wild out shit, all about it
We move gambit through the overcrowded
Forthwith, pull out long fifths, extended clips
Point the nozzle and shift your back disk
Me and the clique-ah sit down and eat dinner
Wake up every mornin', write a new banger
That strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P
Or the H-A-V-O-C, nigga
"Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned..."
"Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned..."
"Wake you up and as I stare in your..."
"Wake you up and as I stare in your..."
[Chorus: Prodigy]
"I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned"
Remember P, the one you got your whole style from?
"I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned"
Remember me, the one you got your rhyme style from?
"I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned"
Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from?
"Yo it's the P" *cut and scratched*
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yo, disperse from off this, who the culprits
That claim to be the newest, rappin' bullshit
My rhymes get Ruger endorsements
My song boost Intratec sales through the ceiling
Let's talk with guns, convos 'til the po-lice come
Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match
Burst macs like it's Hamburger Hill for real
It's Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on
My outfit stuck on some wild out shit, all about it
We move gambit through the overcrowded
Forthwith, pull out long fifths, extended clips
Point the nozzle and shift your back disk
Me and the clique-ah sit down and eat dinner
Wake up every mornin', write a new banger
That strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P
Or the H-A-V-O-C, nigga
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