[Intro: Prodigy]
Fucking clown ass niggas, man
(Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
Fuck wrong with these niggas, man
Word to mother son
That good shit
This shit right here (gotta bring shit back, man)
Should give you strength, nigga (knahmean?)
Should keep you healthy
(That's what I'm talking about)
Word up, dunn
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yo, my rap taste good in my mouth like Deer Park
For your ears to list-this
You don't wanna miss this, dunn
Don't be a statistic
Keep your rhymes to yourself, we make fools out of niggas
And write shit that certainly'll move y'all niggas
Peace, to my Sumner villains in pink houses
From Red Hook, to QB, y'all know the routine
We need a movie to show how our life so ill
Every summer in the projects we partied on the benches
A few gallons of gin and Pepsi
Remember party balls (I remember that shit)
That was back in like '90
We used to roll oo-wees, now we stuff Dutches
Bing bust it, what's your discussion
Y'all niggas talk a lot of shit heard you on the tape frontin'
I fakes nothin', ya fuck around and push the wrong button
I dedicate my days to seein' you drip blood
Will always love Gambo and Scarface
Killa Black, no man can fill your shoes
Now what's bad news
It couldn't get no worse, so what y'all niggas know about the turmoil
What y'all know about the blood, soil, clothes and little hoes
And the legs of pants, slugs that crack the shin bone
The other shots blast through your left clavicle
Melt switch suits and paint the avenues
Fucking clown ass niggas, man
(Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
Fuck wrong with these niggas, man
Word to mother son
That good shit
This shit right here (gotta bring shit back, man)
Should give you strength, nigga (knahmean?)
Should keep you healthy
(That's what I'm talking about)
Word up, dunn
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yo, my rap taste good in my mouth like Deer Park
For your ears to list-this
You don't wanna miss this, dunn
Don't be a statistic
Keep your rhymes to yourself, we make fools out of niggas
And write shit that certainly'll move y'all niggas
Peace, to my Sumner villains in pink houses
From Red Hook, to QB, y'all know the routine
We need a movie to show how our life so ill
Every summer in the projects we partied on the benches
A few gallons of gin and Pepsi
Remember party balls (I remember that shit)
That was back in like '90
We used to roll oo-wees, now we stuff Dutches
Bing bust it, what's your discussion
Y'all niggas talk a lot of shit heard you on the tape frontin'
I fakes nothin', ya fuck around and push the wrong button
I dedicate my days to seein' you drip blood
Will always love Gambo and Scarface
Killa Black, no man can fill your shoes
Now what's bad news
It couldn't get no worse, so what y'all niggas know about the turmoil
What y'all know about the blood, soil, clothes and little hoes
And the legs of pants, slugs that crack the shin bone
The other shots blast through your left clavicle
Melt switch suits and paint the avenues
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