[Verse 1: Prodigy] Yeah, yeah, yeah Statik, uh NYC the borough, Queens super lean Cut the fat, lame niggas get the fuck away from me I'm a five borough, keep it thorough, gutter MC White ball, puerto rock, black all fuck with me Get your brain right, you versus me, we're not the same type Money over dumb shit, champagne, give me a light Shoot the shit, smoke a spliff with your bwoy I don't play that game you be playing with them boys I'm a grown-ass man, hit the mag at your liver Then smoke a couple bags for the fact you got hit up Ride around bumping Kendrick Lamar, the homies Looking for a great time, never mind ya'll police-ass niggas
[Hook x2] I keep my circle tight like a pinky ring Niggas want my life cause I get major bank The 3-5 get 'em, sic 'em Fido, bark bark No sunshine I put 'em where it's dark
[Verse 2] Lights out bitches, my Guiness Stout niggas Rain on your Budweiser bullshit, my crew get Hard like rock wilders, you know my style by now Your bitch know she respect my dick Young alien told me "P, get these niggas then" Statik threw the beat on, I keep keeping on Call me crazy as long as you call me like bab say Brooklyn, Queens, the Bronx, Harlem, matinee Early, niggas dozing on Long Isl' niggas Staten Isl' niggas force us to pull triggas I ain't even really on it like that, until you try me Never sleep on a nigga, quiet the irony I bang on you so loud I put you with the crickets I put you up under the dirt, who is you kidding? This is violence in its purest form, catch a body rap Baby I will body that, pussy cat Scream at your friendly neighborhood bandana P, mami I give you extended play, he short you, but not me I take you to another realm you ain't never been This that private stock that dope like the heroin
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