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  • Текст песни PRODIGY - ABC

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    (Young P)
    Ayo daddy show these mothafucka's how we do it

    P, P, P, P
    P, P, P, P
    Who holding down NYC huh?
    P, P, P, P
    Yeah, listen

    [Prodigy]
    It don't matter who popping for the moment
    P is forever, it don't matter what's the new hot shit
    My shit better, courtesy of myself, thanks to me
    I've work hard to come with these
    Sixteen's is much more than a rap, this is pure facts
    You see what's really good when you catch him by himself
    Dolly, I leave a fool holy like Jesus Christ
    It's a miracle he still living
    And you could say a whole life time of prayer
    But you never in this lifetime player be the mayor of the murder murder
    Killer killer, bloody rap songs out the slums in the squala
    Made a few dollars, now they say I'm too rich
    I give some to you, now a nigga cool
    Ha, I ain't got two cents for you bums
    Now watch as I burn rubber in the six-huns
    CL made my gun ring a bell
    Where the shots came from they never can tell
    They just here to fire and everybody bails
    One nigga on the ground dying in hell
    Fo'real!

    (Chorus) Prodigy and kids
    A B C D E F G
    H I J K L M O
    P P P P P P P
    And numero uno P
    There's no other
    Kids tell 'em who I be
    A B C D E F G
    H I J K L M O
    P P P P P P P
    The one and only
    H.N.I.C. who holding NYC huh?

    [Prodigy]
    Listen, R.I.P season begins
    Dead bodies popping up, niggas getting hit
    Others getting beat the fuck out and bashed out
    MOP style, they get mashed out
    I razor blade you up and cut you bad
    You gon' need plastic where your face's at
    Boy I'll bullet riddle you up and chop you into parts
    Then scatter you all over the East Coast, kiko
    You're playing with your life
    You play with me you're like a baby running with a knife
    You're upset your wife got my CD in the changer
    And you rap too and she don't bump your bangers
    Your shit wack and then on top
    Your life style don't match the shit you pop
    This is gon' be simple 'cause you're easy
    Like 1 2 3, I do it niggas greasy as...

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