Can't Complain

[Intro: Prodigy, (Big Twins)] [telephone ringing] Hello... hello... (Yo what up, man) Who the fuck is this? (Who the fuck it sound like, man?) What the fuck you calling so early for, man. Fuck time is it man (It's like 3 o'clock, man, thought you was coming to get me, man!?!) Shit, my bad son, my bad (Please, man, come get me man, before I choke this bitch, man! Hurry up son, man it's like 90 man, let's get some hoes or something) I'm comin' now, I'm comin' now, son (Aight, one) What up, dun Same ol' shit No doubt, ain't nothing new... Let's take a little spin, dun, word up [Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo... open my wings to a new day spread my lungs Get laced, jump in the whip, stash the guns Twist the key, shifted to D then flee Before anything, get the daily dose of choke We got the Benzo flooded with smoke on the float My eye's burnin' from the dope killin' my throat Lean my seat back and taste, lumbar support On the belt doin' 90 or more Debatin' on the latest rhyme wars Where units don't count But your rap pay add up to large amounts Get my thrills puttin' other nigga's skills to sleep Catch chills off a infamous beats Swing the trees doin' one-handed u'ees Blowin' on the ouwee cause we can't have the medicine canoein' There go the boys to the right, no days and nights like that Ay yo dunn, hold that down and turn it around Dirty as fuck, thugs drugs and guns, D's and fatigues T n T hopin' out of MPV's Surprise all fuck out of me Got rubber Glocks pointed at me Ay yo Twin, what the fuck [Verse 2: Twin Gambino] They had us layed out on the ground holdin' us down With gats to back of our heads was goin' down "It wasn't us that held up that bitch you got Where's the proof, man, let me speak to my attorney." I know the routine, don't try to throw me I been gettin' knocked since 12 and my moms tried to scold me But all that told me to get in more shit Ay yo P, (what up) you my co-d, we both get knocked What you did with that half'a tree? (right in my sock.) Yo, I hope these fuckin' dicks won't find the stash spot Dunn, you know how I get down Yo I'm ready to bounce Do the 100 yard-dash and tear ass If my other half was alive we woulda got killt 'cause dunn woulda went for the guns and got ill Plus I got cracks on me, they found the cracks on me Looked at 'em, gave 'em back to me I could've swore they was takin' us in Then the lady in the car said, "that's not them." Picked us up, told me I could keep the drugs They didn't give a fuck, they was only lookin' for guns And you ain't gotta tell us twice We hopped in the car and slid off On our way uptown for more of that funk P lit the tree back up Got off the Triborough, hit the Henry Huds' "Fuck it, let's slide through the Ruckers." Roll the windows down cuz Infamous Mobb bumpers... [Verse 3: Prodigy] Skip To My Lou had the crowd jumpin' Took a walk through the park frontin' Didn't even have to hurt nuttin' Man I love it, ain't nothin' like summer in New York Hear Infamous Thoughts, then the Dream Team music starts Damn, we young black entrepreneurs New York Pricks and Dicks can't stop our floss We like organized crime, the fuckin' Mobb I'm only twenty-six playin' wit' serious cards Dead serious cash, luxurious labs Learn to balance pain with fame, you can't complain [Chorus: Chinky] Just another day, livin' in the hood Just another day around the way Feelin' good today Oh no we can't complain Just another day livin' in New York Dealin' with the jakes and the snakes Feelin' good today We hit 'em up cuz we here to stay