REAL LIVE - Pop The Trunk lyrics

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[Intro]

[Prodigy] "...feelings hurt"

[Redman] "Now act stupid, I'll pop the trunk"

[Prodigy] "Try to react and get them motherfuckin' feelings hurt"

[Chorus x5]

"Nigga!"

[Redman] "Now act stupid, I'll pop the trunk"

[Prodigy] "Try to react and get them motherfuckin' feelings hurt"

[Larry-O]

It's gonna be a suicide goin' up against a army

Niggas get the wrong idea, like they can harm me

The Ebony Capone lightin' bless on the throne

My blow-out cleans in the sun like chrome

Livin' off the hustle blowin' my fuse

Bouncin' in and outta airports and cocaine shoes

The thug is on 'cause society failed me

When I creep through the streets

I take steps of death daily (Nigga!)

I never gave a fuck about shit

Now don't slip, 'cause I was disciplined from the hip

Or waistline like G-Rap I don't waste mine

I'm paralyzing punks, I'm loadin' nines on they spine

As soon as they drop, I boogy up the block

And count my c-notes wit Triple Beam and Dino

Now these is playas that's never caught guessin'

All-out hustlers, pimps in they profession

Y'all better know when you fucking with a pro

It's a serious thing duke, I gots to let you know...

[Prodigy] "You get your feelings hurt"

[Chorus x4]

[Larry-O]

Here come that big-time nigga

The slickest crime thinker (who?)

The sickest roots cannon, applyin' pressure on triggers

You better not move an inch or flinch

'Cause you was popping mad shit now let me see the bad shit

Fuck around, you best be ready

You petty, I make you motherfuckers hot as the Serengeti

I be the baddest motherfucker on this mic piece

Relentless lyricist, niggas hoping that I might cease

Or, slow down some

I...stimulate the mic like a tongue make a bitch cum

Sippin OE, living life to the T

Making licks for Lucci simultaneously

See mad niggas walk around with frowns (why?)

I'm shuttin' 'em down like clowns

A clean sweep, when I creep on ya clique

Like the Grim Reap

I freaked your technique rhyming in my sleep

Megatose and verbal venom combined

I drop you six feet deep with lines nigga, you get your

[Prodigy] "...feelings hurt"

[Chorus: repeat to fade]