[Intro: Prodigy]
Yo, son, word up, son
[Verse 1: Prodigy (Big Noyd)]
Ayo, Queens get the money, long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle where the guns go blast
The fool retaliated, so I had to think fast
Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now, who you think alive and breathin' to this day
I'm tryna tell these young kids crime don't pay
They looked at me and said Queens ****** don't play
Do your thing, I'll do mine, kid, stay outta my way
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
But can't stop 'til I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Here come the Jake, always tryna relocate me
Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me
'Cause havin' cash is highly addictive
Especially when you used to have no money to live with
I pause, step back, look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love, it seems the devil done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, Ps not helpin' ya
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, plus a cellular
Yo, Big Noyd (What up, kid though)
I can't cope
With all these rockheads tryna shorten my rope
[Verse 2: Big Noyd]
Yo, it's the R-A Double-P-E-R N-O-Y-D
With the Infamous, drownin' Hennessy
Comin' outta QB, pushin' the Infiniti
You ask can I rip it constantly, mentally
Definitely, to the death of me, test me
Trust me, ****** couldn't touch me if they snuffed me
So bust me, you're gonna have to
'Cause I'ma blast you
My lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born wit' it, I'm gettin' on wit' it
And I'ma have it 'til I'm layin' dead and gone wit' it
'Cause I'm a what
Composer of hardcore, a lyrical destructor
Don't make me buck ya
'Cause I'm a wild mother******
You know I flow, you know my steelo
Even pack the gat when I go to see my PO
Jump out my hooptie, pass my gat and my lucci
To my shorty in case my PO try to troop me
To the Island, and if I start wildin'
Flippin' on ****** walkin' around
With the nice gold medallions
But she didn't violate me, so I escaped, see
Back to Queens, slingin' them things, makin' more cream
Know what I mean, I'm a natural born hustler
Won't try to cut ya, I'll let the four pound touch ya
[Verse 3: Havoc]
Yo, ain't no time for fakin' jacks
'Cause brothers that fake jacks get laid on they backs
The streets is real, can't roll without steel
I feel how I feel 'cause I was born to kill
Do what I gotta to eat a decent meal, brothers is starvin'
Don't try to find a job, son, it's all about robbin'
So don't be alarmed when we come through
We supposed to, if you opposed to
Get your face blown, dude
Off the map, 'cause I react, attack
A brother wasn't blessed with wealth, so I act like that
Drug dealin', only mess with shorties that's appealin'
I'm frontin' on the world once I start four-wheelin'
'Cause back on the 41st side, we do it right
Sippin' E&J, gettin' bent all night
Yo, who that, I never seen him in my whole life
Step to his business 'cause it's only right
Po-po ain't around so I grab my pound
Money retaliated, so I hit the ground
My life is on the line, gotta hold my projects down
Can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown
Ass ***** that ain't even from my town
Hit him up in the chest, now he's layin' man down
Jetted up from under the benches, I started hearin' sirens
I stopped firin', to cut ass like a diamond
Jetted to the crib piece, what a relief
Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep
Out the window, called my son, "Yo, son, we got beef"
But no question, money had a problem so I solved him
[Outro: Prodigy]
I got my mind on a stick-up, now it's time to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to take loot already made
There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
Gimme yours or get laid
Give up the goods or get sprayed
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