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Featuring Prodigy]Yeah A we gone do this up sonYo we from Hempstead as close to the shacks as ParksideChorus:My whole team is out for the gustoInternally blood drip through ya body slowWe on the go but yo time is still limitedUnlimited type style and we be rippin shitMy whole team is out for the gustoInternally blood drip through ya body slowWe on the go but yo time is still limitedUnlimited type styleA :Welcome to the PSG I representThe littlest in the crew but first one to get up in emI straight up skin em like wolvesI wish you would have beenFakin jack and get ya whole hood hitBut its all goodWe do the things yall wish yall couldAnd play the bat yo and watch the brothas bark like woodSo knock on itGo head you want itNobody want itYou turned in for it pulled nine stingers like a brown hornetWhile yall was droppin I was underground shadowboxinLayin low puttin final touches on the flowSo here we go, tryin to snatch that doughGot niggaz breakin camp like Dre from Death RowFrom the streets to the jail, I represent wellTouch a nigga like brail, jacks are hotter than the third railScale to tip in my favor, the livest saveGrade up in the U.S. now lets get this paperChorus:Prodigy:Im yawnin while I wake up to the early morning gun-fireAnother day another scar to acquireJumped out my bed tried to break my alarmTook a shower and then I strapped on my firearmGrab my Pelle Pelle cuz I wanna look fly when I dieBut it aint my turn to say goodbyeHow do I know? Some people call it instinctsI like to call it my luck who gives a fuckIm stuck, in this environment cant depart from itAnd if I try I always end up back where I startedPlan A square one theres no escapinSo I pun and realize my tooIm tryin to live a full life before my time is throughClocks tickin, so I dont got no time for youAs I head outside amongst the rest of the animalsWhere I feel relaxed and safe and I can stand it(To all my kikos)Its sort of like a family brawlWe gather up all the soldiers and form into a invincibleSwarm of kids, now its on againDrinkin straight from the bottle warm gin drippin down my chinFor the crippled children you cant winAgainst 25 niggaz bent up with mac-10sSemi-automatic, fully addicted crime addictSo long as theres cash involved I gotta have itTheres many different levels of the criminal mindEither youre in it for the gusto or Im wastin your timeChorus:A :Now is you ready for men, cuz they your peeps that you sawYou probably heard about me and my crew doin what we doFor my nigga True and Smif-n-WessunCuz I be wreckin mic-checkin fools that come around second-guessinI sparks in the dark like stars in the skySpiritually, lyrically, since knee-highThe cradle, I represent my peoples and my labelCause when you take a ride through Parkside its fatalWhats my time to shine my design you cant defineIt only takes a line and a rhyme to blow that mindTo have you buggin, niggaz got they tapes dubbinWhere aint no line for me to kick a rhyme pushin and shovinNow its over, walkin like a soldier I told yaShorty droppin bombs and shit, like OklahomaKinda soul, comin wit that bomb for sureRun for shelter little brotha when it rain it pourChorus:Prodigy:First of all the foundationMoney is the root of all evilThe creamll have you shittin on your peopleLivin like lotto, everything is everythingAint nothing change but the clothes that my money bringIm makin figures that I never thought possibleYou try to slow me down youll find yourself in the hospitalMy crew got the army in techsesAnd them Acuras that made you get your cap peeled backwardsFor years, Ive been tryin to blow for yearsGettin bent off Moet spend a G on beersLivin life to the fullest, my story ends wit a bulletTo the chrome-oil drop to the bottom of the potMy invincible crew will never stopIf youre lookin, you can find me risin to the topIm a classic approach my level and get your ass kickedFloatin in a river wit yo body rapped in plasticIm tryin to make a half a million triple in sizeBefore my eyes, another part of my team diesI can still hear his voice while he up in the skyWhile the rest still livin steady tellin me liesIts like a bad dream, and I cant wake upBut at the same time I love it and I cant give it upChorus
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