Red & Gold

[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 banged 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 [Hook] And if you wanna see the best of me All you gotta do is test me And if I can't bring it on home, ha I'll tell you what I'm gonna do, then I'll leave it alone Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo Come on back to me, girl Yeah, heh, heh, ohh, huh, huh [Interlude: Mitchy Slick] Blu, P, you know It's all the same shit, nigga Kla-kla-kla, kla-kla-kla-kla-kla-kla [Verse 3: Mitchy Slick] Only here by the grace of Jah Jumped out in broad with the cuete and got her With each turn, bad bitch chased the car Mandatory, too far for a drive-by in the Golden State And I was klackin' away every day like it was just for play Product of the government's foul play, a '80s kid And it was twice the trip, 'cause back then, it was mainly Crips We're fashionably Su-Woop-in' with a cautious conscience Impressionably, my eyes wide through the nonsense Switch hit, no homo, lil' nigga wanted nothing mo' Than to come home with a trophy after winning the car show Not too many managed to avoid the gavel edge But it's no deterring once a young lad turn savage Hoop dreams turn to coupe dreams, 'cause on the average Once he 14, he Damu-in', grabs him a package [Verse 4: Phil Da Agony] He starts screaming, grab a pitchfork, stab a devil demon I seen him, pro-Actavis promethazine leaning Dreaming with the sun out Death threats, I pull my gun out, your best bet is to run out What you talkin' 'bout? I air 'em out like tires Apply pressure with a pair of pliers, sing 'em like Jeremih, uh Esquire swaggin' in a G-wagon, braggin' 'bout Toe-taggin', blowin' fire out a dragon mouth Down South or back East, they say "Out West, you a beast" "Call me in the morning, take two of these blue and greens" By any means, you a fiend Shoot 'em up with music like New Orleans Talking that Patois – Mardi Gras, hardy-ha You don't go nowhere without your bodyguard, Gang Starr Party hard, started off on Crescent Heights Boulevard, finished it All my niggas guilty-slash-innocent [Hook] And if you wanna see the best of me All you gotta do is test me And if I can't bring it on home, ha I'll tell you what I'm gonna do, then I'll leave it alone Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo Come on back to me, girl Yeah, heh, heh, ohh, huh, huh