Prodigy of Mobb Deep - New Yitty lyrics
[Prodigy of Mobb Deep - New Yitty lyrics]
Killa!!!
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
I'm always waiting for niggas to front
So I keep me a banger
Catch a stunt if you want
Be like Super Dave, you fucked 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 niggas try that wit' me and get shot
Ayo my donuts, dunn I got dumb out money
Wild paper, you niggas better run now from me
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
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 nigga is wack
You's a ugly dipshit, the black Craig Mack
I'mma handsome shooter
I'll simple clutch the ruger
And blow your bummer clout
Rot face to Bermuda
I'mma mobster, wit' 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
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
I'm always waiting for niggas to front
So I keep me a banger
Catch a stunt if you want
Be like Super Dave, you fucked 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 niggas try that wit' me and get shot
Ayo my donuts, dunn I got dumb out money
Wild paper, you niggas better run now from me
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
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 nigga is wack
You's a ugly dipshit, the black Craig Mack
I'mma handsome shooter
I'll simple clutch the ruger
And blow your bummer clout
Rot face to Bermuda
I'mma mobster, wit' 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