[Prodigy]
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Yeah, yeah..
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Payback..
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[Hook: Prodigy - repeat 2X]
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Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
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Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style
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We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
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So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
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[Prodigy]
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Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves
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Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas
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Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm
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Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls
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Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard
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Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone
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Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those
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Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals
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You get a quiet spot in the shade, for a grave
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I get paid, 'cause I got murder 'fore sixteen
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And I'm so much rich, I got a condo for a piggy bank
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So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face
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Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro
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Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
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I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
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If you can't whip they ass, then niggaz get shot (shot, shot)
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[Hook - repeat 2X]
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[Havoc]
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Waist.. yo, I was raised by the block and new to the sound of the gun shots
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Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop
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Block party departed, somebody got bodied
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Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie
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Yeah, young dude wit' jewels and barrel lens
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Heavy bones on the deuce, flickin' it up in the mix
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Fast forward to '06, gettin' head in the '06
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Have a chick, feelin' like she workin' out on that Bow-Flex
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I'm focused, looked through my lens, see my vision
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Surprise myself and came through without one spool missin'
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From that hallway kissin', there was room in the Carlton
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I can smell it in the air, P in that next room sparkin'
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Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele' hoe
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You don't do the tele', oh, fuck it bitch you gotta go
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Workin' wit' a lot of dough, and a little bit of time
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Bitch I wanna fuck, I don't wanna know what's on ya mind
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[Hook - repeat 2X]
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[Prodigy]
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Yeah, I know you can't believe it.. WHOO!
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We still soakin' it all in ourselves
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Hollywood Hav' (yeah nigga), V.I.P. (yeah)
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It's our means.. Curtis.. "Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson
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Go 'head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich
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You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more
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Ya money is old nigga.. smell that? That's new money nigga
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We filthy rotten rich.. (yeah) and we taken advantage (let's do it)
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G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep [Prodigy making gun noises]
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Put 'Em In Their Place
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Mobb Deep |