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It’s Not a Game
Prodigy
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I rep New York way above the rest
Whipping the double R knocking Crooklyn's best
Fuck all you hoes, get a grip motherfucker
If Monch don't shoot you, Pistol Pete gon' cut ya
Slay hit me up, said he the black Fat Joe again
So I pull a mask, grab the straps, now I'm going in
Mind on my money and money bring a problem
See my nine never funny, wasn't laughing when I shot him
Summertime in the city where the bodies drop
Your enemies will throw a party like it's Mardi Gras
Nigga, I'm right here, you know right where
BX, New York, Polo's and Nike Air
I'm liable to bring a lion to a dog fight
Reliable to push the iron on a off night
Slay got the streets locked, Melo got the God pack
Told him 13 for the half and he brought it back
It's not a game, this is not a show
We do it up for the money 'cause it's all we know
So go and tell your folks can't nobody stop my flow
You would think I'm in a laundromat, powder everywhere
One blink like poof I'm in Times Square
With a dime yeah she fucking with a crime bear
Name be off the lights stuck like a blind deer
Y'all make sure y'all fix the G
Don't want nothing crooked around here unless a crook scheming on me
Together we live, forever I burn
With an antibiotic flow controlling y'all germs
Medellín crop dark cartel
I'll rock you more in a double O suit sipping Martell
'86 Giant you can ask Parcell
Raiding niggas flats, gray and black art shell
Put your ear to the speaker, this is rap Easter
Snatch niggas eggs and shit, boner señorita
Large Glocks, mortgages 15 in 3 spots
Inches is too far, you can't eavesdrop
You can't sneeze, ock
Got the storm and shield system high
Powered, look, hidden in the trees, Hop
Hop over my gate, I'll come out blazing
And a nigga stay in the rain so I ain't grazing
Polish shark snorkels, Russian hats
Cooling in Amsterdam, the wind chill factor is a wrap
My telescope solid gold, the dresser is clear
Stunt in magazines and gear
We clean on how to cook, rhyme and sling
Most of my blings is auctioned
Now I'm in a sweatsuit in the ring
Forbes whore smelling from ragrance
Maxing in France, Harry Winston made a belt for my pants
A hundred for the necklace, two hundred on the watch
That's infectious, your money ain't pure, I can't protect this
Who live in the trenches? Wrangler and the Sprint bus
Guns is under the love seat with the gum dust
Pump one, pump 'em all, pass the suitcase
With the blue faces, rubber band wrapped in shoelaces
Yeah, I can't call it, it's just living out in orbit
Shitting so hard who got a toilet?
I wore shiny suits with Puff, did freestyles with B.I.G
Made Reservoir with Hov and I'm back my nig
Graveyard flow, I show you how to dig
Half of that boy, or a key of that Lindsey
Dropped the EP, now New York is in a frenzy
They waiting on The LOX, these little niggas rapping like they 12
So I guess they waiting on they pops
Old old nigga, new nigga, need to know this
Ain't none of y'all fucking with the Styles of Kiss
This ain't beef, this lyrical sparring
Beef is when I'm sitting in the garage you parked your car in
Still go out on the block, get high, give goons a dap
With you, it's only when you rap
Put the gun down, pussy, who the fuck you gon' clap?
First of all, I'm an underdog, I don't like none of y'all
Winter, spring, summer, fall, I keep a gunner, dog
The spirit of Guru and Ason and y'all
Biggie Smalls, Big L and Big Pun and y'all
That's everything that you lack in your lyrics
My flow is the result of the crack epidemic
Dirty burners, baby, murder, murder, baby
You shooting baby powder, you a Gerber baby
Nothing to fuck with, known for the thug shit
Street certified, hood know the republic (M.O.)
You are now tuned in to the drama hour
Rinse the llamas out, dust the nozzle out
I'm from out of New York where gats are low
Guns and roses like Axl Rose, nigga
You say subliminal shit but you ain't saying no names
Don't fuck with me, I ain't playing no games
Tremendous career, the legacy of
A dirty little New Yorker they want done
Locked in a cage, shot in the face
The fall from grace in this hip hop thing
But music shoot through my veins
My target locked in my brain and I won't fall
My heart is too passionate
To give y'all the satisfaction and see me all
Broke and fucked up, but that there won't be none of
Imagine that, it's not happening
This is my dream, my dream, dreams
Niggas trying to take my dreams, it seems
You wanna poke holes in my confidence, no
It's a waste of time, it can't be done
My shit made of titanium and you soft like pillows
It's not a game, this is not a show
We do it up for the money 'cause it's all we know
So go and tell your folks can't nobody stop my flow