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Prodigy of Mobb Deep

Albert Johnson (November 2, 1974 – June 20, 2017), better known by his stage name Prodigy, was an American rapper. With Havoc, he was one half of the hip hop duo Mobb Deep. more »

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Oh, y'all niggas killers now oh, word?
Catch you coming out your fucking crib, nigga
Yeah, catch a fucking bullet, nigga

Ayo, I break bread, ribs
Hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels
Write a book full of
Medicine and generate mils
Tour the album, only for more sales
We used to catch those on
The block with crills now, it's paid shows
Promoters post up bills
Sign deals only if the math is real
If we can't match numbers
Then you can't have the Head
Nigga In Charge and shit
Live-nigga-rhymes artist
Pardon, P-dub shines regardless
Remorseless, haunt niggas like poltergeist
My advice, 'fore you get like that
Is think twice
Before you move on it, put jewels on it
Who want it? Loose niggas make the news
When we start forming
Snatch stripes off a nigga's uniform often
Don't embarrass yo' delf
You way out your jurisdiction
While niggas bullshit on the grill
I don't f*ck around, dunny it's most real
I keep it thoro, nigga

Yo, let me back up for
'em, lemme back up, yo, yo

While niggas bullshit on the grill
I don't f*ck around, dunny it's most real
I gave birth to your whole style and feel
How do it feel to hold my dick in public?
Cockblower, duplicate rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you
Smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show and prove
Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy
Did a buck off of my
Shit and wrapped your Audi
Temperamental, I snap quick, very touchy
Ayo, my attitude is all fucked
Up and real shitty
I rap like no one out there can f*ck with me
You feel different, nigga, see me
I throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say, "P
You crazy"
A pain in the ass nah, but f*ck you, pay me
I'm no shorty, nigga, I stop your glory
I'm a thorough street nigga for real
You just applaud me
Avoid P, man, take your baby mom's advice
I'm nothing sweet, ill with the guns
You pay the price
When you see me in the streets soldier
Salute me
You just a groupie, oh, you gangsta
Then shoot me
Who gives a f*ck really, I miss my nigga Twin
Kill me so I can join the rest
Of my force up in the heavens
You rap niggas make me laugh
Y'all crazy ass
And I don't give a f*ck what you sold
That shit is trash bang this
'cause I guarantee that you bought it
Heavy airplay all day with no chorus
I keep it thoro, nigga

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