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[Prodigy]
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I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
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I'm that quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme
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P,yea u heard of him but I ain't concerned with them
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nigga I pop more guns than u holdin them
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make my rotweiller sons out and scold your men
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unload ten in braw day light get right
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fuck your life hop on my '98 dirt bike
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u try to stop mines from growin
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I make your blood stop flowin
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take affirmative action to any ass if he ask it
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now here come the mack 10
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you's a dick blower tryin to speak the dun language
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what the drilly with that though it ain't bangin'
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u hooked on mobb phonics infamous-bonics
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lying to the pop dog like u got it
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you aint no wildin out for the knife fist thrower
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rusty shank holder we live this shit
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[Chorus]2X
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[Havoc]
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it's the real shit, shit ta make ya feel shit (the real...)
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bump it in the clubs shit
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have you wildin out when bump this[hip-hop.....]
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drugs to your ear drum the raw uncut
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have a nigga OD but it's never enough
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[Prodigy]
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Ay yo the P rock 40 inch cables drinkin white label
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my chain hang down to my dick my piece bang glass tables
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diamonds and guns before the fame duke a nigga like me hold tecs
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are you the same too
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goin through the emotions of gun holdin
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long shotguns down my pants leg limpin
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Killa-B you still livin even my pops too he taught me how to
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shoot when I was 7 yo
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I used to bust shots crazy
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I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me[POW!]
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I love my pops for that I love my nigga E-Black
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I'll take the life of anyone who tryin to change what's left
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and then through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
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all y'all brand new niggas just scared to death
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I spent too many night sniffin' coke gettin' right
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wastin' my life now I'm tryin to make things right
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grand open some gates invest in the rap business
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do things for the kids[the little duns]
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build a jungle gym behind the crib so they can enjoy youth
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CBRs,VCRs,ATV and big screen TVs nigga please
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don't make me have to risk my freedom
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we worked our whole life for this
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you'll get your shit beat in.....[The real]
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Chorus 1X
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[Prodigy]
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It go 1,2,3 to the 4th
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that nigga P-double got that shit for y'all
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people to rock to stirrin up pots of brew
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in hell's kitchen I'm chef the impossible
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servin' hot plates all across the unified states
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sit down and sup with top rap reps
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all across we board move diligent
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you better walk like nigga on the tight rope duke
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infamous 1st infantry 1st division,4th mission
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1st assignment give 'em that shit they been missin
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my new edition's way bitchin' those that listen
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get addicted to my diction fuck rhymes I write prescriptions
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for your disease generic rap's just not potent like P's
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1,100 ccs on the throttle I peel off chest naked on Katanas
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spaghetti head mobb niggas is full bred
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fully blown melanin tone i rock skeleton bone
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thirst for verses and thirst for worse beats
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so I can put more product out on the street
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get respect and love all across the board
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we've been endured for keepin it raw
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nothin less or more
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I score everytime for sure
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while the rest of y'all niggas just i'll
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Chorus 2X
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Quiet Storm
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Mobb Deep |