| Yeah-yeah
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| Growing up niggas were murdered for no reason
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| We just wanna pop our guns, we was just beastin'
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| All up in the streets and Black was the worst
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| That was Hav’brother, we called 'em Killa
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| Killa had an obsession for popping unexpected
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| He would just pop off when you weren’t expected
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| High shot 'em in his head, shit Killa ran home
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| Took some mad vil and put a bullet out on his own
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| A real nigga made of stone, we don’t budge
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| We just stick to the script, when the Ds question us Killa got knocked for a body and *Pump* snitched on 'em
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| The next thing you know Killa came home Muslim
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| Huh, we ain’t mad at cha’like the Mack-to-the-10
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| Too much and he’s back at it again
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| Like the Scarface Twinz
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| I seen this nigga cut a nigga up so bad I had to stop looking
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| (Chorus) Prodigy X2
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| I miss the dead, I wish the dead
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| Oh please come back, I need ya help
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| And everybody that got somebody deceased
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| I know you feel the same
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| The spirit gon’live through me Listen, I light a candle on your death and birthday
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| Lord have mercy it seems you cursed me with a life of pain
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| All I do is strain, everyday is a struggle, everyday it rain
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| Even when the sun’s shining, they say that’s when God’s crying
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| Dark clouds hanging over my head made lightning
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| Strike me down if I’m lying
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| I miss my pops; |
| all I got is lonely tear drops
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| And memories of him teaching me to hurt people with my bare hands
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| And how to shoot people
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| I remember me and him stuck a jewelry store
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| He did the sticking; |
| I was in the get-a-way car
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| Pops came out with a big bag full of jewelry
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| We had a high speed chase with Nassau County
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| I was eight years old, my pops was drama
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| They locked him and sent me home to mama
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| (Chorus) Prodigy X2
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| Thinking back it was me and -Moneybags up in Champion Motor
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| I was Ferrari dreaming, E copped the Navigator
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| On the way there and back, he told me about the jukes
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| Him and Troy took the niggas for their shine and had 'em shook
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| And how he killed Black Just but he meant to hit Preme
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| Shot up the nigga Rovo over by the Coliseum
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| I remember laying up fucked up in the hospital
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| Troy and Bags would visit; |
| Troy had Sickle-cell
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| Me and him use to kick it and Bag’s baby moms died giving birth
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| 'Cause of Sickle-cell problems
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| And Shamik from LeFrak would bring me Red Lobster
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| I never knew they was coming, they would just pop up My niggas; |
| you stunt on us, we shoot people
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| Straight like that, no half step, I eat you
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| Alive with this .4/5 mag-num
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| Stay on your toes 'cause we toe-tagging 'em
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| (Chorus) Prodigy X2 |