[Intro: ?, Prodigy]
You crazy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You out your mind
Mobb Deep (We don't stop)
Crazy, my heart pump dough
(Can't stop)
You niggas pump soul
Mobb Deep
[Verse: Prodigy]
Wake up, wake up the big homie back
The head nigga in charge of rap
Believe you me, the gangsters they dance to that
Cups in hand, with a blunt, 'bout to light that
And you already know when the kid P do it
The whole world stop and listen to the music
But I don't want you to stop, keep the crowd moving
Fuck what I'm saying, just groove to it 'cos
I could write this shit all day
They say I'm getting lazy, I say I'm getting paid
To write easier shit than Dr. Seuss
That make the girls want to get loose, and have they fun
While they still young, sugar pops want to pop it off with thugs
It's too many sugar pops, and not enough Dunns, yeah
That's how we like it son
Get with a rich black thug, who drive a [?] mobile and got a penthouse on 81st
While these rappers pop shit, I'm tryna squirt
Don't force me to put in work
[Chorus: Prodigy, ?]
Get your own, nigga stop stressing
What I do, nigga don't stress me
Who I sex, nigga stop stressing (That's right)
How I live, and how much I paid for this (That's right)
Get your own, nigga stop stressing (Get your own, your own, you heard?)
What I do, nigga don't stress me
Who I sex, nigga stop stressing
How I live, and how much I paid for this
[Verse: Prodigy, ?]
Stupid ring, and idiot bracelet
Big dumbass chain and the watch on my wrist
Is retarded (Get 'em)
Make your face like you can't shit, niggas need laxative
They girlfriend face light up, and they step right up, like what up Dunn
'Member love, light up
And we gon' turn the night up, you made me mad popular with the hoes
With that picture at the show
And I ain't get a chance to say thank you for putting the infamous P up on that screen
Ain't nothing better than some good rap beef
The fans eating it up, and some say it's weak
'Cos people is dying, but people getting killed every day nigga stop crying
Imma help you get the fear out your chest, yeah, Prodigy he got the best
[Chorus: Prodigy, ?]
Get your own, nigga stop stressing
What I do, nigga don't stress me (That's right)
Who I sex, nigga stop stressing
How I live, and how much I paid for this (Mind your own)
Get your own, nigga stop stressing
What I do, nigga don't stress me (Ayo ayo back up son, back up)
Who I sex, nigga stop stressing
How I live, and how much I paid for this
[Outro: ?]
You niggas don't want it
Americas most wanted
Americas nightmare
Your motherfucking worst dream nigga
He's back
Like I went somewhere
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