[Prodigy]
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Yeah you know the shit don't stop, never, never
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As we continue on
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With more of this drama for yo' ass
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{"She asked me why.."}
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You niggaz always startin somethin
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and beefin with rappers, why our music so violent
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and so dramatic, where's the love?
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Why y'all go so much static
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Is it real for real or all for sales?
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I'm like, "Shorty you must be sick"
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We been gettin burned like the Waco kids
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I don't need to diss rappers for recognition
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You better check the files: Infamous, Hell on Earth, Murda Muzik
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You can't be SE-RIOUS
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We created this drama shit, we set the trend
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We taught you niggaz bout diamonds and guns
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And numerous ways we choose to earn funds
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We veterans, we got a decade of albums
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Niggaz done came and went, and we still poppin
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Our name is carved in stone
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Even the new blood know, we ain't no joke so
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[Chorus]
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Let us solidify this - what's that?
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We been solidified this - but of course!
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Lot of new rappers and young kids - uh-huh
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They all love +The Infamous+ - but of course!
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We been for this music Dunn - c'mon man!
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Who do it better than us? - c'mon man!
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Who continue to bang and bump? That's right
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{"She asked me why.."}
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[Havoc]
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I ride around the crib 'fore I get out twice
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without the headlights, case niggaz know my whereabouts
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Wanna, snuff me out, I ain't finished with life
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I'ma, thug it out, front you payin the price
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And I'm a nigga who can roll the dice, put up the crib
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Won't sweat if I lose, bet your ass won't live
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to collect this splurge of mines, never that
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I'm a sore loser the (?), reverse with hammers
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Hit your mans up if they press the issue
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Some dead, the other half crippled, and I'm a monster with led
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Lodge a slug in your abdomen, puts in the 7
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Knowin in the stash box a rapper's best friend
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Get it twisted and you WILL get twisted with chrome biscuits
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Make no difference my nigga, we handle business
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So please with the questions they right in, front of your face
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Homey stunt he gettin to' from the gate, so
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[Chorus]
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[Prodigy]
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Nigga that you used to click with turned on you
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Idiots you used to rap with hatin on you
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Did you really get juxed for half a mill' in jewels
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at the video shoot? I tell you this boo-boo:
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My stick-o's still my stick-o
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My stick man be my stick man 'til the tombstone (mmm, mmm)
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You got rhymes? You got stomach for the Mobb?
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You got stomach for P? I get my rocks off
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[Havoc]
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Believe nothin that you hear and only half of what you see
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Niggaz never cooked in the kitchen and never clapped heat
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Niggaz wanna be thugs but on the inside so sweet
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Niggaz butches on they records but they never handle beef
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Know nothin bout golden seal, seein your P.O.
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Gave a dirty urine now you're snuffin a C.O.
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Fuckin right, I'm a man of the people but I will kill you
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If you cock-blockin the paper the shit'll get real dude (so)
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[Chorus]
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Solidified
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Mobb Deep |