Prodigy
Don't get scared just be prepared for the worst
The streets coerced my mind with crime
my nine busts shots and outbursts
Through your back out your thinker
and show these crab niggas the power of the finger
Quran you wouldn't believe the shit I fell upon
It was me and Havoc sippin on Moet Chandon
I went outside to drain my main vein for some relief
Found a backpack full of G notes and like a thief
I snatched it up
Back at the crib I stashed it up
Waited 2 days and started spending it fast as fuck
Straight up splurgin
Open like a virgin with her first piece of dick
10 yards ain't shit
I blessed all the Gods with thousands and cars
No more hustlin
Now we can open up bars
To wash all this money clean nigga
Its the American dream but it aint as easy as it seems
Cause now these mob niggas lookin for their CREAM
and word got back through this fiend that it was me
Who stole they lucci
Now they puttin out hits trying to shoot me
But Im out in LA on the low livin Gucci and lavish
They try to take their money back
Its 2 to their cabbage
Quran whats the haps kid
We all one when when it comes down to it
Bloodshed and War yo we gotta live through it
Quran
I break through with my WB crew
Q Ball packs the steel
Havin niggas runnin like fire drills
We sending fronters on permanent vacations like Jason
You'll get cut in half and left with your heart racing
By the tec
You'll get smashed together like cleavage
and Left a mystery like when Mary had Jesus nigga
I'm snipin crowds like that white kid on Higher Learning
Leave you on the ground with your fuckin chest burnin
What
We breakin out and unstoppable like Acme
Im rough and rugged
You cut more slack than khakis
When the Philly takes you to another state of mind
It causes you to wild and commit mad crimes
We dwell in the dark trees
Sellin Jeeps
95 Blazers
Call us a bunch of hell raisers
Timberlands and skullys is all you see
When you enter the harsh and rugged lands of Illy Philly
We all one when when it comes down to it
Bloodshed and War yo we gotta live through it
Havoc
It was a quarter to one Friday night
Loaded up the guns
Jump on the horn called up my son
Son yo come through
I got a proposition for you
Keep it on the low so the plan won't spoil
My crew's loyal
They came over in a minute
Then we kicked bout this nigga
Who think he gettin bigga
Pumpin on our side
Don't even know him from a hole in the wall
Tonight is gonna be his downfall
So fuck him and everything he stand for
About this time he'd be on the corner
Slingin
With a crackhead that be bringin
Sales to the building plus the bitch is fiendin
I figure we can get the goods
Kill the nigga
and being that we live right next to the river
We can catch him off guard
Throw him in the water for the Coast Guard
Come on God
The shit ain't hard
Think
Throw on your gear and cover up your face
And keep your eyes open for the Jakes, the snakes and the snitches
Don't want to see a nigga with the riches
Actin like a little bunch of bitches
Pointin me out like pictures
When five o's like you know who this is
Its Havoc
You better recognize and realize
Taj
They call me the Godfather son
I smoke Ls and pack guns
Keep niggas on the run
Cocaine
I'm on the scale measurin grams and os
Hoes came out with no clothes
So I can wake up in the dough
I keeps a nine in my freezer
Cold blood flows within my veins
Cold heart like Lebanese
Sippin on champ
Its all about C notes and Grants
Livin elegant in a Lex coupe allaire
Plus a young hustler carryin guns
Sellin coke for funds flippin keys by the tons
25 Grand a week
Fiends creep
No sleep nor do they eat
Bed around 6 feet deep
Tarik
More goals to be achieved in this hip hop dream
But shit ain't the same as my IC CREAM
I dwell by the minute
I gots to make more cash
C notes accumulating every day in my stash
Makin hits
95 the raw clique
M 30 with my lady
Motorola phone flips
The quick gamer full blooded money maker
Sharp razor drinkin daqs in Jamaica
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comWe all one when when it comes down to it
Bloodshed and War yo we gotta live through it