Dough Pildin'

[Produced by The Alchemist] [Verse 1: Prodigy] Listen, don’t talk to me about songs cuz i embarrass you 24-carat gold plaques in my living room Same karat the watch, know the fucking time I wrap circles around niggas, on my grind I draw circles around these roaches with the chalk Get your body outlined in the Streets of New York By the King from Queens and he via Long Island Hempstead two to your head, you stop wildin’ Look at me now, I’m growned up I turned out to be a Legend in my own time They say, General Bars. He stalks through the night You can hear him in the ghetto, where it’s dark cuz the light’s all Shot out, shout out to niggas, put the pot out When they see the boys coming from Deep, it’s getting hot out We hit the hideout couple hours and we back Too much money out here to be anything less than paid [Chorus: Prodigy] You know me, I keep the dough pildin’ Nice and neat, low key, I’m lounging We turned up in the Street you get found in Same spot you was tryna wild out in [Verse 2: Prodigy] Big Hammer to waist, that's how I gotta move If it ain’t the three-fifty, it’s a knife or a tool For niggas thinking they smooth, what I’m supposed to do? I attack motherfuckers who stunt, it’s not cool Kids, don’t try this at home, it’s nothin’ to play with Enjoy your young life, don’t fuck with them gauges Cuz these shits blow off tops, destroy families See, niggas get shot ayday, B, it’s mandy Don’t fuck with plated numbers, ever play me Get your money, my pockets is real cakey My life is real crazy But I wouldn’t trade it, na, you couldn’t make me Get this paper up, it’s the only way We gon’ eat food, have a place to stay You tell me “How the fuck is you gon’ make it?!” If you starve, then you’re cold and your ass is butt-naked You see [Chorus: Prodigy] You know me, I keep the dough pildin’ Nice and neat, low key, I’m lounging We turned up in the Street you get found in Same spot you was tryna wild out in