letra de rodney little - conway the machine
rodney little lyrics
[intro: conway]
yeah, you see me, n-gga
see what i do, n-gga?
it’s been a good year, know what i mean?
got n-ggas doing bad though
it’s crazy ’cause y’all n-ggas talk that big-money sh-t
n-ggas hurting though
hah
[verse 1: conway]
look, they tell me i’m c-cky
’cause i don’t think no n-gga can stop me
i’m the man right now, boy, sit and just watch me (watch what i’m doing, n-gga)
style switch before you n-ggas could copy
shooter slide through with a stick, it isn’t for hockey
on my hip where the glock be (uh)
my city small, b-tches i f-ck saying rest in peace to the n-gga that shot me, woah (that n-gga gone, baby)
i’m the king now, my n-gga, i’m jaffe joffer
but i travel with a semi like akeem (haaaaaaa)
where i’m from they consider me top 3
bar for bar, i don’t think no n-gga can top me (can’t f-ck with mе, n-gga)
the flow rare like vintagе versace
choppa close, can’t let these n-ggas biggie and pac me, nah (cap)
i’m shooting on sight, i ain’t tryna fight (uh uh)
but with the hands, i’m triple g, half iron mike (whooo)
gun to his head, fired twice, they say i ain’t right
but f-ck how they feel about it (f-ck em)
cross the morgue, f-ck n-ggas get k!lled about it (uh huh)
youngin’ shooting like buddy hield about it
that gangsta sh-t, boy, we still about it (cap)
my jit waving the stick, he barely miss
every time he see a n-gga been hit, he say, “swish” (hahahaha)
the semi clapped up
this for the n-ggas that violate parole
and say, “f-ck willing”, send me back up
i wanna pop something, every time i pick this mac up (brrrrt, brrrt)
the hardest n-ggas out, n-ggas that’s us
[verse 2: prodigy]
n-ggas tried to stop me for seventeen summers
but i been on these n-ggas’ necks for twenty-three summers
i’m infallible, impossible to knock me off
top of my game, they very soft; terry cloth
cotton-ball n-gga, i’m a blazing fire
i cook your flesh, and come test i, try your luck (come)
new york state n-ggas on these hardcore streets (yeah)
catch a quick case, put the hardcore beats on ’em (do it)
they on that trap sh-t, i’m on that b00by trap life
come at me, and you gon’ step on a land mine
these n-ggas stay running and my n-ggas stay chasing (get em n-ggas son)
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 (nah)
i’m current events, you hip-hop history (burn em)
boxes of red stripe, big ting of marijuan’
mind like farrahkan, heart like the taliban
you talk to me crazy, you dumb (what?)
i slap fire out you and bust your eardrum (done)
this is top-tier rap, we second to none (nuh uh)
your lil’ bars not strong enough to verse us
[outro: prodigy + sample]
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
[…]
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