[Prodigy]
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Fresh out some bitch pussy, hay in the middle of the barn don
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Super hoe putting on a freak show
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Inside the mini mansion, had bitches dancing
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and a naked bitch who ain't ready
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My dick is two percent head, ninety-eighty percent shaft heavy
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Steadily long stroking shit
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P stands for penetration while y'all parleying
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I'm in the back, digging her back, got shorty hollering
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Candy girl took a blast of the shit, I got her in
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a pretzel, pushing her legs back, she wet too
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Perverted niggas do this type of shit all day
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Sodomize, modernize 'em up to my standards
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1996 bitches got ran through, 1997 cancel that hoe
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She blessed the god well though
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Word up son, you know what I'm saying, you know how that go though
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Caligula style, young love, model actress
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Superstar, porno star on a mattress
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Looking like Jada Pinkett, I stabbed it
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The vultures grabbed it, money no date raped it
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Videotaped it, handy camera record
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The bitch is blowing me, my dick went soft young love
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Scrubbing that crotch with Dove
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Potpourri bitches get fucked and mouth plugged
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So lady cop, secretarians and librarians
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Midtown high-class hoes with pearl earrings
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Bump into a true to life vulture like P
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Beat you over the head with G, and drag you back
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to the cage and let this Mobb nigga coach boo
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Train that ass, put it on curfew
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[Chorus: Prodigy]
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Hey, young love
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Hey, young love
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Young love, young love
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Hey, young love
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Hey, young love
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Hey, young love
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Young love, young love
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[Havoc]
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Left it in the hotel, must admit we don't love 'em
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Before you consider it foul, let me put you on cousin
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Eighty-eight had a vision on some rap shit
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Not knowing it would happen, down the road gold status
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But back then there was this one little chick
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That I wanted to hit, get with, the whole shit
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Fourteen, laying my G, little me
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I had to have her, had a nigga like me losing Zs
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No sleep, fucked up in the head over her physique
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Even thought about going downtown (keep it real)
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I know there's niggas out there that would've felt the same way
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It was the freak in me, actually crossed my mind frequently
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Finally and once again we bumped heads
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A stank gesture suggested that I was dead
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Like a crack-head, didn't even give a nigga rib
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But fuck it, what can I say? I tried to put my little bid
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and kept living, nigga move on, you a man
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No matter what it take we're gonna hold the upper hand
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Shuffling beats, six years later son it was done
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The Infamous, Mobb Deep left you stuck off the Shook Ones
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And then the funniest thing after a show backstage
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I peeped chick who didn't give me play back in the day
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It was all love, hold no grudge, gave her a hug
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What's the drilly baby? She was like "you", nah what's up?
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You know me, doing my thing tryna live
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Asked if I was busy, could I chill with her in her crib
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No days, but we can chill up in the Ramada
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Payback is a bitch, once I get in there I got her
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In the telly, E&J dick popped the cherry
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Left the little hoe with no dough and got jetty
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Bless the god boo, you know how we do, it's self-explainable
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Un-domesticatable, but highly we capable
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The turntables beat you in your own game, enough said
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Another victim caught up in fame's web
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[Prodigy]
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Young love, young love
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Young Luv
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Mobb Deep |