Testo Live - Prodigy
Testo della canzone Live (Prodigy), tratta dall'album H.N.I.C. 3 (Deluxe)
Over here, we tie your ass up to a chair
And throw bricks at you top speed for your head
Slow pain, torture style
Better hope one of these shits knock you out
I enjoy watching you suffer, scream, shout
Now all that bad man shit out the window
And while he gone, I'm having his bimbo
Life is ill, and it makes sharp turns, bro
Niggas is foul, they run up on you quick, loc
Niggas is foul, they run up on you quick, loc
And light you up, stop your brain
From going any further, now you don't think
So tough, think you so tough
Need to be cool and just get your bucks
Should've been cool and just got the ones
Network with the thugs, that's also getting bread
Money attract women, and have you pizzling
With loyalty is everything, you're an unloyal piece of shit
Ungrateful, son of a ho
Your baby mama corny, dumb, fucked up the dough
Now ain't that a bitch?
That's life, fuck that, live
I'm nice, I'm high off of this
Get right, do it up big
This life, get right, live
Now ain't that a bitch?
That's life, fuck that, live
I'm nice, I'm high off of this
Get right, do it up big
This life, get right, live
And let die, just let go and let God
We be aight, just cool man, calm
Anybody violate us, we bomb
Nigga wanna go and do that, he dumb
Anybody that foolish, need scars
Permanent reminders
Got 'em all sick 'cause I spit like the virus
Boy, if I get up on my shit, say goodbye
It's time for you to meet your maker, don't cry
It's a little bit too late now for that crying
I am the fly thug poster boy
I'll rap for every young scrap bumping the joint
I rhyme for every time my pockets was empty
Now I pop Dom, pour some in the street
In memory of the old me, the one and only, R.I.P
Now ain't that a bitch?
That's life, fuck that, live
I'm nice, I'm high off of this
Get right, do it up big
This life, get right, live
Now ain't that a bitch?
That's life, fuck that, live
I'm nice, I'm high off of this
Get right, do it up big
This life, get right, live
Yes
Wow, man
I really love this record
Ernie, Ernie, we gotta play this more often
This young man, he's just
He's just bitching
Can I say that on the radio?
Yeah
Callers call up
We still have tickets available
For this year's Summer Cornrow Contest
Right in the projects
B.Y.O.B
Bring your own bottle, bitch
Now hurry up and call
Tickets are running out real fast
We gonna get into the music right now, keep it going
It's Infamous 3-5-7
You touch that dial, I'll blow your motherfucking hand off
Nah, I'm just kidding, you know I won't blow your hand off
Alright, we'll be right back
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Writer(s): Keith Thornton
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