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| [Prodigy:] Yeah-yeah Growing up niggas were murdered for no reason We just wanna pop our guns, we was just beastin' All up in the streets and Black was the worst That was Hav' brother, we called 'em Killa Killa had an obsession for popping unexpected He would just pop off when you weren't expected High shot 'em in his head, shit Killa ran home Took some mad vil and put a bullet out on his own A real nigga made of stone, we don't budge We just stick to the script, when the Ds question us Killa got knocked for a body and *Pump* snitched on 'em The next thing you know Killa came home Muslim Huh, we ain't mad at cha' like the Mack-to-the-10 Too much and he's back at it again Like the Scarface Twinz I seen this nigga cut a nigga up so bad I had to stop looking [Chorus x2: Prodigy] I miss the dead, I wish the dead Oh please come back, I need ya help And everybody that got somebody deceased I know you feel the same The spirit gon' live through me [Prodigy:] Listen, I light a candle on your death and birthday Lord have mercy it seems you cursed me with a life of pain All I do is strain, everyday is a struggle, everyday it rain Even when the sun's shining, they say that's when God's crying Dark clouds hanging over my head made lightning Strike me down if I'm lying I miss my pops; all I got is lonely tear drops And memories of him teaching me to hurt people with my bare hands And how to shoot people I remember me and him stuck a jewelry store He did the sticking; I was in the get-a-way car Pops came out with a big bag full of jewelry We had a high speed chase with Nassau County I was eight years old, my pops was drama They locked him and sent me home to mama [Chorus x2: Prodigy] [Prodigy:] Thinking back it was me and (E)-Moneybags up in Champion Motor I was Ferrari dreaming, E copped the Navigator On the way there and back, he told me about the jukes Him and Troy took the niggas for their shine and had 'em shook And how he killed Black Just but he meant to hit Preme Shot up the nigga Rovo over by the Coliseum I remember laying up f**ked up in the hospital Troy and Bags would visit; Troy had Sickle-cell Me and him use to kick it and Bag's baby moms died giving birth 'Cause of Sickle-cell problems And Shamik from LeFrak would bring me Red Lobster I never knew they was coming, they would just pop up My niggas; you stunt on us, we shoot people Straight like that, no half step, I eat you Alive with this .4/5 mag-num Stay on your toes 'cause we toe-tagging 'em [Chorus x2: Prodigy] |
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