that's how I'm livin' And like he said, it's a wicked world we live in It's a wicked world we live in I'm wiggin out, flippin' out, heart is what I'
bring back originality, style and concept Show you how to write 16's with context Mix it with a little Lil Wayne and KRS That's fresh, dummy, study the art Study how
say "Nigga, nigga what" like you don't give a fuck Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck, get a buck Yo, it's the P R O S P E C T, I'm a thug you
the light The glamour life, this life I live is trife as shit Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to live I used to live in the gutter, me and my
get that You see how we play, pop cris' on the e-way Soakin' the seat, gettin' drunk with glee Or the sharp bar, grill simon, poppin' dom p Why you chicken
G from the P to the a.m. I saw your little thing now I'm swayin, ok'in shit Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits Now tell me, how nasty can you
that we see Tell us how you want it, and we bring the strategy So, how ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we
You jockin my style, "You so cra-zy" Dre say, ain't +No Limit+ to this As long as we drop gangsta shit Look here bitch, you fine and I dig your style
D.P.G., G.C. D.P.G., G.C. D.P.G., G.C. D.P.G., G.C. Smash, just before you talk spaz out Hittin' the switch then hittin' the stash Before the year 2000
it out, yo, A.G. is living fat in the mental In other words, can I get a soul clap? Diggin' in the crates for something smooth Showbiz & A.G., yo money, we
Mar' reportin live from the streets From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B When it drops it's game over, you'll see Introducing, Jadakiss and Styles P,
't your style or your shape but I'm hittin' it You want me to hate what you hate But quit it forget it, 'cause I ain't wit it This country tis of thee Taught me how
we're rappin' If it wasn't for the rappin', we'd be mackin' It's a good thing that we're rappin' If it wasn't for the rappin, we'd be mackin' It's a
we got a lot to give You got a issue with that then it ain't my problem kid Y'all niggaz gotta eat, we gotta live, yo We all gotta eat and gotta live
you how to have models screaming get behind me E pills and Maybach's ain't gon' matter if your T.I.P. is Tiny Nevermind me, we could get knee deep in
thunder 'Cause I got more kicks than a punter Murder rates go up in the summer Killers go hunting like a hunter (How good can you live?) You can live
all the Jim Carey ass large co-op Know what I'm sayin'? Large co-op, what the fuck? To the clones, we bless the domes Blow the vial, you know my style
pon de riddim sitdong pion de vibes A de hartical don True me full up a style and me wicked and wild With peer pattern watch how me chat it in a verb