Lyrics Thun & Kicko - Prodigy , Cormega
F/
Prodigy
1:
(Prodigy)
You′s
a
notebook
crook,
with
loose
sleave
beef
A
backseat
criminal
that
pass
the
heat
To
somebody
that
blast
the
heat
Man,
it
sound
bad
on
the
pad,
what
happened
in
the
street?
Revealing
on
the
vinyl
an
analog
outlaw
Alot
of
gats
on
your
DAT,
tape
southpaw
You
thuggin'
when
the
mic′s
plugged
in
Barkin'
through
the
speakers
like
you
got
no
sense
You
wild
on
the
two
inch
Got
your
platinum
plaques
to
prove
it
Your
music's
been
around
the
World
movin′
And
it
comes
right
back
around
on
the
ground,
don′t
it?
Now
it's
time
to
face
your
opponent
Infamous
cling
to
this
real
shit,
stuck
where
we
started
at
Fuck
that,
not
because
we
have
to,
I
want
to
I
love
this
shit,
the
raw
is
what
I
live
for
To
hear
the
sound
of
the
crowd
roar
for
more
To
see
the
niggas
that
can′t
pay
rush
the
door
Whylin'
on
the
dancefloor
When
they
song
come
on,
swingin′
they
fists,
ready
for
war
But
it's
a
different
type
of
effect,
it′s
not
violence
They're
just
tranced
by
the
advance
Tranked
by
the
sound
bank
Put
under
the
drum,
numbed
off
of
our
shit
Now
who
you
rockin'
wit′?
them
or
us
Deep
love
or
cheap
lust?,
QB
′ll
bust
Infamous
'till
we
pass
on
You
laughin′
at
the
wrong
shit,
I
take
ac-tion
Defend
my
confedons
Nigga
I
write
bombs
that'll
shatter
your
ambitions
of
bein′
top
dog
As
we
move
through
the
stage
fog
I
need
to
bass
more
So
I
can
taste
it
and
make
ya'll
go
AWOL
And
lose
it,
say
no
more,
brace
your
delf,
nigga
it′s
on.
2:
(Cormega)
(Yo,
back
up
yo.)
Who's
tale
you
tellin'?
are
you
frail
or
felon?
Were
you
makin′
sales
or
watchin′
niggas
sellin'?
You
exploit
niggas
lives
in
your
rhymes
and
then
avoid
′em
You
never
felt
the
moisture
in
the
air
of
coke
boilin'
You
never
felt
the
razor
scrapin′
your
plate
Your
hands
achin'
yet
you
keep
choppin′
'cause
theres
paper
to
make
You
never
felt
the
power
of
invincibility
Clutchin'
a
gun
like
fuck
it
dun,
it′s
him
or
me
At
your
best
you
was
a
hand
to
hand
No
more
than
Three
grams
What
the
fuck
you
know
about
a
Ki,
man?
You
never
hustled
Lets
get
it
right,
my
nigga
Y
would′ve
stuck
you
Stop
dry
snitchin'
in
your
rhymes,
listen
What
you
tryin′
to
do?
help
the
guys
in
Blue?
Indight
niggas
so
that
can
be
another
rhyme
for
you?
You
a
parasite,
you
never
had
a
life
So
you
throw
other
niggas
lives
in
your
pad
at
night
It's
clever
when
you
write
it
Spoken
well
for
a
dude
who
never
been
indighted
You
know
the
deal
mothafucka,
the
real
make
the
fake
niggas
kneel
And
lose
appetites
when
you
taste
niggas
steel
My
rhymes
are
what
it
takes
to
get
a
deal
and
make
it
real
I′m
like
Big,
you
can't
replace
the
skill
I
laced
it
ill
like
Cocaine
in
Scarface′s
grill
Your
mothafuckin'
flow
is
basic,
chill
I'm
Cormega,
raw
forever
Y′all
niggas
know
my
steez,
I′m
reppin'
for
Queens
You
minor
league
I′m
big
time
like
Mark
McGwire's
team
Your
whole
team
is
pussy,
when
I
squeeze
vaginas
bleed
My
lyrics
stay
official
I
bagged
up
coke
on
dishes
made
of
crystal
Your
niggas,
they
won′t
miss
you
My
Nickel-plated
pistol
- got
Sixteen
shots,
you
can
take
'em
wit′
you
To
the
coffin
or
DA's
office
Surgeory,
nurses
screamin'
"We
lost
him!"
Life
suddenly
divorced
him,
fuck
it,
it
cost
him
If
you
want
beef
say
no
more
Brace
your
delf,
nigga
it′s
on,
we
spray
Four-Fours,
bitch!
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