Conway The Machine, Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Reek-Rodney Little - Rodney Little lyrics

Yeah, you see me, nigga
See what I do, nigga?
It's been a good year, know what I mean?
Got niggas doing bad though
It's crazy 'cause y'all niggas
Talk that big-money shit
Niggas hurting though hah

Look, they tell me I'm cocky
'Cause I don't think no nigga can stop me
I'm the man right now, boy
Sit and just watch me
(Watch what I'm doing, nigga)
Style switch before you niggas could copy
Shooter slide through with a stick
It isn't for hockey
On my hip where the Glock be (Uh)
My city small, bitches I fuck saying rest in
Peace to the nigga that shot me, woah
(That nigga gone, baby)
I'm the king now, my nigga
I'm Jaffe Joffer
But I travel with a semi like Akeem
(Haaaaaaa)
Where I'm from they consider me top 3
Bar for bar
I don't think no nigga can top me
(Can't fuck with mе, nigga)
The flow rare like vintagе Versace
Choppa close, can't let these niggas
Biggie and Pac me, nah
(Cap)
I'm shooting on sight, I ain't tryna fight
(Uh, uh) but with the hands, I'm Triple G
Half Iron Mike (Whooo)
Gun to his head, fired twice
They say I ain't right
But fuck how they feel about it (Fuck em)
Cross the morgue
Fuck niggas get killed about it (Uh, huh)
Youngin' shooting like Buddy Hield about it
That gangsta shit, boy, we still about it
(Cap)
My jit waving the stick, he barely miss
Every time he see a nigga been hit, he say
"swish" (Ha ha haha)
The semi clapped up
This for the niggas that violate parole
And say, "Fuck willing", send me back up
I wanna pop something
Every time I pick this MAC up
(Brrrrt, brrrt)
The hardest niggas out, niggas that's us

Niggas tried to stop me for seventeen summers
But I been on these niggas'
Necks for twenty-three summers
I'm infallible, impossible to knock me off
Top of my game, they very soft terry cloth
Cotton ball nigga, I'm a blazing fire
I cook your flesh, and come test I
Try your luck (Come)
New York state niggas on
These hardcore streets (Yeah)
Catch a quick case
Put the hardcore beats on 'em (Do it)
They on that trap shit
I'm on that booby trap life
Come at me, and you gon' step on a land mine
These niggas stay running and
My niggas stay chasing (Get em niggas son)
They shooting by mistake, my shots calculated
'Cause prior to the murder, I meditated
On post-release supervision
I still get it shaking infamous reputation
Ain't no fucking mystery (Nah)
I'm current events, you hip-hop history
(Burn em)
Boxes of Red Stripe, big ting of marijuan'
Mind like Farrahkan, heart like the Taliban
You talk to me crazy, you dumb (What?)
I slap fire out you and bust your eardrum
(Done)
This is top-tier rap, we second to none
(Nuh uh)
Your lil' bars not strong enough to verse us

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know what I'm saying?
It's that Conway-Prodigy shit
That New York State gangsta shit
You got jokes man
Go on get in, get in, how you feel?
(sigh) 'ight you better be because we got
Another big order come in
I heard (hey Rodney)
God created anything better than crack
Cocaine an kept that
Shit for himself i mean this shit is like
Truth serum it'll truly expose who
You are man you happen to be uhh lowlife
Rat bastard motherfucka
Who would sell off his newborn
For a suck off that
Glass dick crack will bring you right
On in the light man
I don't care if your black
White, Chinese, rich, poor, you take
That first hit
You on a mission and that mission will never
End even when the house, the
Money, love ones are gone
And then they send you to the joint
You still gonna try to cop it dawg
The only time it ends
"Strike", that mission
Is when your six feet under and
That's the reason why I don't
Ever want to hear about you using
This shit you understand me?
Ahhh psshh you crazy? Alright then
'cause it's also the reason why I ain't
Ever going outta business i'm a
In this mess right and I got
Me the world's greatest product