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[Intro: Prodigy + (Prodigy's friend)] |
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(Word up son! Word!) |
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Yeah! To all the killers and a hundred dollar billas, billas... |
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(Yo I got the phone thing, youkno'msayin'?) (Keep your eyes open.) |
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For real niggas who ain't got no feelings... |
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[echoes] |
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(Keep your eyes open! No doubt! No doubt son! I got this! I got this...) |
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(Just watch my back, I got this first. Yo!) |
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Check it out now! |
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(Word up! Say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda'!) |
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[Prodigy:] |
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I got you stuck off the realness - we be "The Infamous... " |
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You heard of us! - Official Queens Bridge murderers. |
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The Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware |
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Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share. |
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For all of those - who wanna profile and pose! |
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Rock you in your face, stab your brain with' your nosebone. |
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You all alone in these streets, cousin. |
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Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin', |
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And keep them shook crews runnin'. Like they supposed to. |
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They come around but they never come close to |
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I can see it inside your face! And in the wrong place |
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Cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up. |
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With bullet holes and such! |
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Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched. |
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You can put your whole army - against my team. |
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And I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin' |
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Your simple words just don't move me! - You're minor! |
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We're major! You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player |
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Don't make me have to call your name out |
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Your crew is featherweight! My gunshots'll make you levitate. |
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I'm only 19 but my mind is old, |
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And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold. |
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Another nigga deceased - another story gets told! |
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It ain't nothin' really. Hey yo, dun spark the Phillie |
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So I can get my mind off these yellow-backed niggas. |
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Why they still alive I don't know go figure |
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Meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation. |
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If I die... I couldn't choose a better location, |
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When the slugs penetrate - you feel a burning sensation. |
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Getting closer to God! - In a tight situation... |
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Now! - Take these words home and think it through |
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Or the next rhyme I write might be about you. |
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[Chorus:] |
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Son, they shook... |
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Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks! |
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Scared to death, scared to look! |
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[Prodigy:] |
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They shook... |
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Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks! |
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Scared to death, scared to look |
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[Bridge:] |
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[Prodigy:] |
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Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns. |
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There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds. (earn funds...) |
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Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns. |
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Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones. (Havoc: Shook ones...) |
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He ain't a crook son! - He's just a shook one. (Havoc: "Shook one...) |
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Word up! I am, I! |
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Youkno'msayin'? Ayo! |
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[Havoc:] |
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For every rhyme I write, it's 25 to life |
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Yo! It's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life |
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Ain't no time for hesitation - that only leads to incarceration. |
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You don't know me - there's no relation! |
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Queens Bridge niggas don't play - I don't got time |
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For your petty thinking mind son! I'm bigga than those |
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Claimin' that you pack heat but you're scared to hold |
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And when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome |
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13 years in the projects, my mentality is: "What, kid? " |
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You talk a good one - but you don't want it |
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Sometimes I wonder - do I deserve to live |
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Or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did. |
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No time to do, well on that 'cause my brain reacts |
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Front if you want kid, lay on your back |
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I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live |
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Stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line |
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Criminal minds thirsty for recognition |
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I'm sippin' - E&J, got my mind flippin' |
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I'm buggin' - think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin'. |
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Get that loot kid, you know my function |
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Cause long as I'm alive I'm a live illegal |
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And once I get on I'm a put on, on my people |
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React mix to lyrics like Macks I hit |
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Your dome up! - When I roll up don't be caught sleepin' cause I'm creepin'. |
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[Chorus x2: Prodigy] |
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Son, they shook... |
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Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks |
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Scared to death, scared to look |
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They shook! - Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks! |
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Scared to death, scared to look |
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They shook! - Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks! |
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Scared to death, scared to look |
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They shook! Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks |
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[Bridge:] |
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[Prodigy:] |
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Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns. |
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There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds. (earn funds...) |
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Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns. |
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Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones. (Havoc: Shook ones...) |
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He ain't a crook son! - He's just a shook one. (Havoc: "Shook one...) |
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[Outro: Prodigy + (Prodigy's friend) talk fades out] |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah! |
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To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas |
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To real brothers who ain't got no dealings. |
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Big Prodigy! The whole Bridge! Queens get the money |
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41st Side! (He's just a shook one.) |
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Keepin' it real! (You know...) |
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Queens get the money... |
