^{Prodigy: talking} Yeah Hey, hey, hey, hey It's like this n*gga, yeah ^Prodigy: Aiight before I get started spark up the Laurelton Light up the night up, now let's get it going To the mothaf*cking top, I don't mothaf*cking stop Till we find life out there and setup shop Party rocking, bottles popping at Henny and Mo' It's like 500 b*tches now we're having a bowl Got a gun, screwdriver, a knife, and a shank Plus I break face bones with my platinum rings It's a ghetto love story I'm in love with life Of the rich and Infamous, Ferrari's and Ice Lamborghini bikes, they ain't make those yet I'm still waiting for that 700 Benz I do it for my n*ggas in the dead and in the pens Just when you think this sh*t's over That's when this shit begins This the Bronx, this Harlem, Brooklyn and Queens That 'New York State of Mind' where you're popping 'em thangs ^{Chorus x2: Prodigy} The violence don't stop The beef don't seize The money keep coming The paper increases The gun fire don't end The people stay dying So I'm a keep living the life You damn right ^Prodigy: Murda, murda, the murder Killa, killa, the killer From Queens goddammit I'm a menace to the planet Put your body on that asphalt, f*cking as*hole Come to the hood and you ain't got no passport? He couldn't get his gun out the stash fast enough So that n*gga got his as* blasted up Keep the Hennessy coming, and we keep lighting up Nigga I stay sedated, that's right we're not cut From the same cloth, you're chin-chilla soft I'm brilla-pack cost, I'll take your skin off You *edit* - rub me the wrong way You're a suit and tie n*gga, P hoody all day Tattoos and jewels - Mister Cartoon And Gabriel in the district, get all my loot I'm addicted to looking fresh I'm super fly, got a bad habits for hammers I'm in love with .9s ^{Chorus x2: Prodigy}