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[Intro: Prodigy]

So what’s the drilly nigga? Huh?

What’s the drilly nigga?

My man Godfather Pt.III

What the drilly nigga, yea that’s my nigga

For real kid

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

Yo

That nigga G Part.III strapped with two gats

Assist pass

And back up your truck waiting for you to press your luck

Press up, get pressed up in tight positions

I lunge on your punk ass you’re plunged down drippin

Yo god pack a powerful punch, get pistol whipped then

For poppin shit and get popped up and be eclipsed in

Your pyramid, dome piece, properly pinched

Pound on your pawn ass and get lynched

For playing chess with a menace

The pendulum swung back in favor this opposite live from metropolis

[Verse 2: Godfather Pt.III]

It’s P, Prodigy, properly write with roaches

That crow shit that make your whole inside shift

Got natural gift, black four-fifth, I take aim

I remain on top of this game my foul reign

Release pain, pressure, infamous tamper with witnesses

Arithmetic, architect, build massive infantry

I mosey, got shot up and then you folded, imploded

All crushed up straight the fuck up

You lucked up, like black cat that crossed tracks

You get smacked and clapped stay strapped a true fact

It’s a militant thing, let the pendulum swing

Every man got a time to shine I guess it’s mine