Lyrics Abc - Prodigy
(Young
P)
Ayo
daddy
show
these
mothafucka's
how
we
do
it
P,
P,
P,
P
P,
P,
P,
P
Who
holding
down
NYC
huh?
P,
P,
P,
P
Yeah,
listen
[Prodigy]
It
don't
matter
who
popping
for
the
moment
P
is
forever,
it
don't
matter
what's
the
new
hot
shit
My
shit
better,
courtesy
of
myself,
thanks
to
me
I've
work
hard
to
come
with
these
Sixteen's
is
much
more
than
a
rap,
this
is
pure
facts
You
see
what's
really
good
when
you
catch
him
by
himself
Dolly,
I
leave
a
fool
holy
like
Jesus
Christ
It's
a
miracle
he
still
living
And
you
could
say
a
whole
life
time
of
prayer
But
you
never
in
this
lifetime
player
be
the
mayor
of
the
murder
murder
Killer
killer,
bloody
rap
songs
out
the
slums
in
the
squala
Made
a
few
dollars,
now
they
say
I'm
too
rich
I
give
some
to
you,
now
a
nigga
cool
Ha,
I
ain't
got
two
cents
for
you
bums
Now
watch
as
I
burn
rubber
in
the
six-huns
CL
made
my
gun
ring
a
bell
Where
the
shots
came
from
they
never
can
tell
They
just
here
to
fire
and
everybody
bails
One
nigga
on
the
ground
dying
in
hell
Fo'real!
(Chorus)
Prodigy
and
kids
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
O
P
P
P
P
P
P
P
And
numero
uno
P
There's
no
other
Kids
tell
'em
who
I
be
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
O
P
P
P
P
P
P
P
The
one
and
only
H.N.I.C.
who
holding
NYC
huh?
[Prodigy]
Listen,
R.I.P
season
begins
Dead
bodies
popping
up,
niggas
getting
hit
Others
getting
beat
the
fuck
out
and
bashed
out
MOP
style,
they
get
mashed
out
I
razor
blade
you
up
and
cut
you
bad
You
gon'
need
plastic
where
your
face's
at
Boy
I'll
bullet
riddle
you
up
and
chop
you
into
parts
Then
scatter
you
all
over
the
East
Coast,
kiko
You're
playing
with
your
life
You
play
with
me
you're
like
a
baby
running
with
a
knife
You're
upset
your
wife
got
my
CD
in
the
changer
And
you
rap
too
and
she
don't
bump
your
bangers
Your
shit
wack
and
then
on
top
Your
life
style
don't
match
the
shit
you
pop
This
is
gon'
be
simple
'cause
you're
easy
Like
12 3,
I
do
it
niggas
greasy
as...
(Chorus)
Prodigy
and
kids
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