Three Lyrics - The Most Infamous - Prodigy

(Prodigy and Cormega) 

For my G-pack niggas 

Right, right 

Shooting at cops nigga what 

For my G-pack niggas 

F**k the police 

N.Y.P.D. - New York Pricks and Dicks 

They can't stop our floss 

Straight up (for you crackheaded bitches) 

For my A.M. niggas (for you crackheaded bitches) 

My Ante Meridian niggaz; what up dunn? 

Liqour store closed 

Hit the bootlegger, let's hit the bootlegger 

Straight up, yo 

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(Prodigy) 

Yo dunn, we got guns in the grass, it's three at night 

I'm about to take the last swallow of the Eases Jesus 

Who got fifty on the next tree, we gotta stop at the store 

We need D batteries for the theme music 

Snatch the biscuits from out the lawn 

F**k a cab, lets take cracked-out Yolanda's Saab 

We gave that bitch two wibbles 

And skated off with her vehicle for that pillow 

All outside the borough, dunn what happened to Queens 

Like Supton(?) and 1-2-1, Farmers and 116th 

The got us on the B-Q-E, just to get a taste of that greenery 

We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya 

Pina Colada champales mixed with Dani' 

That's St. Ide's in dunn lingo 

Spillin it on the floor for our dead people 

While I spark the sequel shit; my niggaz got lungs 

When we smoke, that shit only go around once 

Dogs, we just killin time 

Somebody just got they shit twisted on the block f**kin up the grind 

So, 'til it pipe down 

We just going at these sluts - bitch, we wanna f**k right now 

{*overlapped my Cormega's first line*} 

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(Cormega) 

Son I'm on a bench high eatin chicken wings and french fries 

A crackhead f**k spent his last bucks on six dimes 

I'm one gram from big time, a spliff away from overdosin 

My heart is broken, my man started smokin again 

P, I heard the tunnel open again 

I spoke to Flex he said he's gonna let both of us in 

Its time to load up the autos and semis 

I wish my niggas bank was in a physical form unlike 

I got my uptown nikes thugged out and icy 

Mad deep, jumpin out the Cocaine white Jeep 

Through was strugglin, so I resume hustlin 

Rap game or crack game my crew is still bubblin 

Yo, three in the morning and the D's on the corna still 

Seems we were born to kill, yo P meet me on the hill 

So we can jet through Queens in SUV's 

Show these motherf**kers how we rep this thang, ya know?