The Alchemist, Prodigy of Mobb Deep - What’s Poppin’ Thun lyrics

Nuttin but that brand new shit
Nuttin but that cash on the bed
It's nuttin but that food, that bread
Nuttin but my gun on your head

Smoke game Cambodian, doly in the Benz
Turnin up the sounds of 2006
This the future of rap
I'll give you a glimpse of this
So you can be ahead of the game
And impress your friends
Bumpy Johnson and Dutch Schultz
We blowin up hoods
This is theme music my nig, you wake up to it
Get dressed
Throw on your gun and Jacob to it
Ladies throw on they pumps and makeup to it
You can grill all you want
But when that light turn green
I'mma go from 0 to 60
In like 39, my thun told me shine baby shine
So I get it like I'm out of my mind
Man I did that already, I'm ahead of my time
I'm on some new shit now
If it ain't money I ain't budgin
Cause my hammer do the buckin
Blam over dumb shit
I gotta move right niggas want
It with the kid
You can't touch me boy my roots is too thick
And run deep in the dirt
I'll give you the business
Well my crib say "Welcome" on the mat
So you can lay in the bushes
'til your feet drenched
But you gon' have a hard time tryin
To find which one I'm in
And which state I'm in
P the fuckin rocket man
Don't matter it's the hot shit
For that moment
P shit is timeless, he keep goin

A-A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist
"You better check the files" echoes
"Mixed with the A-L-C"