it was trip to hear this during the crawford-diaz card
prodigy in the 90s was just too damn cold on the mic
The Infamous Mobb and Das now listen
Stick you for the only pot you got to piss in
Rapping school, keep the key in the ignition
When we get back nikka, we shine and glisten
Your seven do his thing with percision
No time for broke living, I'm trying to see addition
Food to fill my kitchen
So fakkit kids snitch and give info, do a drive by in a stolen black Pinto
With tinted windows, bullets will flury through your system
Your man ran, lucky for him because we missed him
We catch him on the rebound but see now
We trying to get this money and you trying to stop me
What's it gonna be now?
You stand up to my crew and get laid down
On the ground with the big four pound, he hear the sound
On the other side of town, where caps get peeled
Break you off love love, give you something to feel
Das Efx, Mobb Deep, nikkas holding it down
Runnin' fiction-ass MC's yonder-bound
Eager to please rap nikkas get back smacked with pist-als
Forced to exile, back in the Nile
prodigy in the 90s was just too damn cold on the mic