Red & Gold Blu (Ft. Mitchy Slick, Phil Da Agony & Prodigy)

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yeah, grown up thug shit
I fell in love with crime at a young age, I was into dark shit
So much pain, I didn't fear anything
Destined to be a king, word to everything
The infamous little nigga from the Island
Hempstead get dough and get violent
Shout out to Terrace, Park Side
The shacks in Martin Luther King Drive
Dusty little hood niggas love my raps
They identify with me, they can relate to that
Big gin gallon, little black strap
Put you to sleep real quick, little cat nap
You wake up in a few months, now how that happen?
Dummy motherfucker got his dome wrapped-ed

[Verse 2: Blu]
Damn, it was a wrap with the window cracked
The jakes thought it was the crack in the 'Lac, he had the sister crack
Was on my D and let the sisters pass
Was on my G, the Capri 83s with the mirror match
Uh, I never bang Crip 'til I hang with Crips
You lucky, I ain't had a eight on my hip
You seen days when you seen K's, was on gauge
Thinking I ain't seen a gauge, turned the gauge to the ink pen
88, she sat on the plates
Told her I was 83, bagged the whole race
Gold chains on my chest, you need a vest just to be the best
I'm from the West where the realest rest, and the sun sets
The sun woke up to the bump with the blunt wet
Thirty minutes after the hour, for the ones fetched
It was a Sunday when I did the album
And got my first Jesus piece from my uncle Calvin
Cause I'm a G