Testo Young Veterans - Prodigy
Testo della canzone Young Veterans (Prodigy), tratta dall'album H.N.I.C. 2
Haze and the chocolate, bitches think I put something in it
Word
Chocolate and haze is the best shit ever
Bitches don't know what happened to them
Word
I never did sour and chocolate
Sour and chocolate taste so good
Wow
I never did, so we never really did 'cause we graduated
The chocolate was too much for niggas
Niggas like, "Fuck that shit"
All that shit used to have us up, sayin' seven deep
Everybody like this
Like niggas put a needle in they arm
You could rob niggas, niggas be walkin' like this
If you the first one to get up off this shit
You could go in niggas' pockets
Yeah
Don't try to repeat, nah, give yourself a break
You effin' with the wrong nigga, do yourself a favor
Back up off of me, lil' nigga, real fast
Or just like that, you be pushin' up grass
You playin' fool, I'll put your flesh in the dirt
I tried to be polite, but you wanna be a jerk
Tried to prove a point, the only thing that you prove
Is people get killed simply for being rude
You thought you was the man, turned out to be a chump
You thought somethin' sweet, believe Jay if you want
Go 'head, believe Nas or whoever you choose
You come on over here and you gon' see the truth
It's nothin' out the ordinary, this is what we do
My team so strong, I feel sorry for you
These rappers is pissed off, they not bein' felt
They get record deals but they albums get shelved
While I'm
Heavy on the diamonds and heavy on the smoke
Pocket full of hundreds, doin' hundreds in the Porsche
GT Carrera, nigga, dare a nigga front
Fuckin' with these young veterans, you get done
Heavy on the diamonds and heavy on the smoke
Pocket full of hundreds, doin' hundreds in the Porsche
GT Carrera, nigga, dare a nigga front
Fuckin' with these young veterans, you get done
We heavy on the diamonds and heavy on the smoke
Pocket full of hundreds, doin' hundreds in the Porsche
GT Carrera, nigga, dare a nigga front
Fuckin' with these young veterans, you get done
I react like a Terminator, nigga, what?
Won't stop comin' 'til I know a nigga done
Rappers all could get made millionaire
But when it come time to squeeze, you know we don't care
Now we thirty thou' feet in the air
Gettin' head from a pretty face who ain't scared
To fuck with these G's and she happy that she did
'Cause we turned out to be that shit that she felt
Baby, on the real, all these lame niggas know the deal
My dudes give out the wounds that never heal
On the real, all these lame niggas know the deal
My dudes give out the wounds that never heal
Heavy on the diamonds and heavy on the smoke
Pocket full of hundreds, doin' hundreds in the Porsche
GT Carrera, nigga, dare a nigga front
Fuckin' with these young veterans, you get done
Heavy on the diamonds and heavy on the smoke
Pocket full of hundreds, doin' hundreds in the Porsche
GT Carrera, nigga, dare a nigga front
Fuckin' with these young veterans, you get done
Don't be mad at me, be mad at yourself
For bein' so garbage, you need to be killed
For puttin' out bullshit like it's all a joke
'Cause you from the hood don't mean your shit is dope
Just 'cause you got bodies don't mean you gon' go
Like just because you black don't mean you got soul
Niggas comin' home from doin' wild time
Talk about P, "Yo, P, I could rhyme
50 Cent did it, I could do this shit too"
But you not 50, he a individual
And you not H and you definitely not P
What make you think it's so easy to be?
I been doin' this since I was a Rugrat
I'm gifted, I'm blessed with talents you can't match
Stop dreamin', wake up and smell the kush
You better than P? Nah, you wish
Heavy on the diamonds and heavy on the smoke
Pocket full of hundreds, doin' hundreds in the Porsche
GT Carrera, nigga, dare a nigga front
Fuckin' with these young veterans, you get done
Heavy on the diamonds and heavy on the smoke
Pocket full of hundreds, doin' hundreds in the Porsche
GT Carrera, nigga, dare a nigga front
Fuckin' with these young veterans, you get done
Here, son, take that, man
Fuck you rolled up, man?
Oh, shit
Yo
That shit crazy right there, man
That's that high-powered shit
Yo, roll up another one of them shits, son
Fuck that, let's get blasted
It's a war for control
The control of your mind and your body
Americans are traditionally independent, very hard to control
But the architects of the New World Order
Have ways to force you into submission
First, through a well-orchestrated agenda including healthcare
Financial security, safety from crime and environmental issues
The public will be coerced into
Accepting a national identification card
It will be disguised in the cloak of benevolence
The government doing a great good deed for the people
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Writer(s): Albert Johnson, Alan Maman
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