PRODIGY

PRODIGY - New Yitty

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KILLA!

Yeah, look here man

Every time the ball drop on New Years Eve

We toast to more money, we smoke to more cheese

Burn this one for beating my case

Then pop me another bottle and keep celebrating

When I'm always waiting for niggas to front

So I keep me a banger, catch a stunt if you want

Be like Super Dave, you fucked up

Flat out on the concrete they peeled you up like the cartoons

But this ain't fake, nah this is gon' hurt

And you gon' feel pain

I'm the results of slavery and poverty

You had the drugs and guns to equal to P

Watch how every time the drama pop off I'm on top

The niggas try that with' me and get shot

Ayo my donuts, dunn I got dumb out money

Wild paper, you niggas better run now from me

New Yitty, my hand's never gritty

I'll send the young boy to destroy every living

Think outside, do inside the place

I'll just do it my self, can never be too safe out here in

Yeah, yeah, every time I'm around my G

You know P drop that fire, ah I drop heat

Too hot to handle; too cold to hold

This two-hundred thousand on my wrist bone

This is .22 long right by the hipbone

And I got the bullets with the x's and o's

On the tips I'll shoot you in the lips

Speaking on my name just so you could get a spin

(KILLA!) Couple spins, this nigga is wack

You's a ugly dipshit, the black Craig Mack

I'm a handsome shooter, I'll simple clutch the ruger

And blow your bummer clout rot face to Bermuda

I'm a mobster, with' the two B's front to O

You pull my foul, all you gon' see is gold

And platinum music, homey go make a hit

With 15 minutes of fame consider it a gift

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