KILLA!

[Prodigy:]

Yeah, look here man
Every time the ball drop on New Years Eve
We toast to more money, we smoke to more cheese

Burn this one for beating my case
Then pop me another bottle and keep celebrating
When I'm always waiting for ^!$$%s to front

So I keep me a banger, catch a stunt if you want
Be like Super Dave, you $#&@ed up
Flat out on the concrete they peeled you up like the cartoons

But this ain't fake, nah this is gon' hurt
And you gon' feel pain
I'm the results of slavery and poverty

You had the drugs and guns to equal to P
Watch how every time the drama pop off I'm on top
The ^!$$%s try that with' me and get shot

Ayo my donuts, dunn I got dumb out money
Wild paper, you ^!$$%s better run now from me


[Chorus x2: Prodigy]
New Yitty, my hand's never gritty
I'll send the young boy to destroy every living

Think outside, do inside the place
I'll just do it my self, can never be too safe out here in


[Prodigy:]
Yeah, yeah, every time I'm around my G
You know P drop that fire, ah I drop heat

Too hot to handle; too cold to hold
This two-hundred thousand on my wrist bone
This is .22 long right by the hipbone

And I got the bullets with the x's and o's
On the tips I'll shoot you in the lips
Speaking on my name just so you could get a spin

(KILLA!) Couple spins, this ^!$$% is wack
You's a ugly dip%#@!, the black Craig Mack
I'm a handsome shooter, I'll simple clutch the ruger

And blow your bummer clout rot face to Bermuda
I'm a mobster, with' the two B's front to O
You pull my foul, all you gon' see is gold

And platinum music, homey go make a hit
With 15 minutes of fame consider it a gift


[Chorus x2: Prodigy]