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letra de rodney little - conway & prodigy

[intro: conway]
yeah, you see me, n-gg-
see what i do, n-gg-?
it’s been a good year, know what i mean
got n-gg-s doing bad though
it’s crazy ’cause y’all n-gg-s talk that big money sh-t
n-gg-s hurting though
hah

[verse 1: conway]
look, they tell me i’m c-cky
’cause i don’t think no n-gg- can stop me
i’m the man right now, boy, sit and just watch me
style switch before you n-gg-s could copy
shooter slide through with a stick, it isn’t for hockey
on my hip where the glock be
my city small, b-tches i f-ck saying rest in peace to the n-gg- that shot me, woah
i’m the king now, my n-gg-, i’m jaffe joffer
but i travel with a semi like akeem
where i’m from they consider me top 3
bar for bar, i don’t think no n-gg- could top me
the flow rare like vintage versace
choppa close, can’t let these n-gg-s biggie and pac me, nah
i’m shooting on sight, i ain’t tryna fight
but with the hands, i’m triple g, half iron mike
gun to his head, fired twice, they say i ain’t right
but f-ck how they feel about it
cross the morgue, f-ck n-gg-s get k!lled about it
youngin’ shootinf like buddy hield about it
that gangsta sh-t, boy, we still about it
my jit waving the stick, he barely missed
every time he see a n-gg- been hit, he say, “swish”
the semi clapped up
this for the n-gg-s that violate parole
and say, “f-ck willing”, send me back up
i wanna pop something, every time i pick this mac up
the hardest n-gg-s out, n-gg-s that’s us

[verse 2: prodigy]
n-gg-s tried to stop me for 17 summers
but i been on these n-gg-‘s necks for 23 summers
i’m infallible, impossible to knock me off
top of my game, they very soft, terry cloth
cottonball n-gg-, i’m a blazing fire
i cook your flesh, and come test i, try your luck
new york state n-gg-s on these hardcore streets
catch a quick case, put the hardcore beats on ’em
they on that trap sh-t, i’m on that b–by trap life
come at me, and you gon’ step on a land mine
these n-gg-s stay running and my n-gg-s stay chasing
they shooting by mistake, my shots calculated
’cause prior to the murder i meditated
on post release supervision, i still get it shaking
infamous reputation, ain’t no f-cking mystery
i’m current events, you hip hop history
boxes of red stripe, big ting of marijuan’
mind like farrahkan, heart like the taliban
you talk to me crazy, you dumb
i slap fire out you and bust your eardrum
this is top tier rap, we second to none
your lil’ bars not strong enough to verse us

[outro: prodigy]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
you know what i’m saying
it’s that conway, prodigy sh-t
that new york state gangsta sh-t

[skit]

- conway prodigy

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