PRODIGY

PRODIGY - Dough Pildin

rate me

Listen, don't talk to me about songs ‘cause I embarrass you

24 karat gold plaques in my living room

Same character watch, know the fucking time

I wrap circles around niggas, on my grind

I draw circles around these roaches with the chalk

Get your body outlined in the Streets of New York

By the King from Queens … Long Island

Hempstead two to your head, you stop wilding

Look at me now growned up

I turned out to be a legend in my own time

They say, General Bars, he stalks through the night

You can hear him in the ghetto

Where it's dark ‘cause the light's all shut out

Shout out to niggas, put the pot out

When they see the boys coming for D, it's getting hot out

We hit the hideout couple hours and we back

Too much money out here to be anything less than paid

You know me, I keep the dough pildin'

Nice and neat, low key, I'm lounging

We turned up in the street you get found in

Same spot you was tryina wild out in

Big hammer to waste, that's how I gotta move

If it ain't the 350 it's an eye for a tooth

And niggas thinking they smooth

What am I supposed to do?

I attack motherfuckers who stunt

It's not cool, kids, don't try this at home

It's nothing to play with

Enjoy your young life

Don't fuck with them gauges

‘Cause these shits blow off tops

Destroy families, see, niggas get shot every day, B

It's Mandy, don't fuck with plated numbers

Ever play me, get your money, my pockets is real cakey

My life is real crazy but I wouldn't trade it

No, you couldn't make me

Get this paper, it's the only way

We gonna eat food, have a place to stay

You tell me how the fuck is you gonna make it

If you starve, then you're cold and your ass is butt-naked

You see

You know me, I keep the dough pildin'

Nice and neat, low key, I'm lounging

We turned up in the street you get found in

Same spot you was tryina wild out in

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