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[Prodigy]<br />It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle<br />Next come the bookings, the way things is lookin<br />It's Friday, you in for a long stay<br />Gettin shackled on the bus first thing come Monday<br />Hopin in your mind you'll be released one day<br />But knowin, home is a place you're not goin for a long while<br />Now you're up on the isle<br />In a position that you ain't got to refusin to smile<br />But keep in mind there's a brighter day, after your time spent<br />Used to be wild, but locked up, you can't get bent<br />Thought you could hack it, now you're requestin P<br />See you're fragile, it ain't hard to see<br />Niggas like that don't associate with me<br />I'd rather, get busy to the third degree<br />Cause the wrong population's on infinitely<br />If this was the street, my razor would be a mack demon<br />Hit you up, leave your whole face screamin<br />What you in for kid - bustin nuts?<br />Cats heard of me in street stories told inside this trap<br />Who are you to look at me wit'char eyes like that<br />Wising up young blood, before you make things escalate<br />And I would hate yo set your crooked ass straight...<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />Make your moves at night<br />Pack your heat in this war zone, niggas is trife<br />Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip<br />Make one false move and it's a up north trip<br />Livin the high life, make your moves at night<br />Pack your heat in this war zone, niggas is trife<br />Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip<br />Make one false move and it's a up north trip.<br /><br />[Havoc]<br />You tried to dip, duck, but still got bucked<br />You talk too much shit, you shoulda kept your mouth shut<br />All that gossip, motherfucker don't you know my glock kicks<br />Hollow tips, to your body, mad toxic<br />I fade you, blow you with a rusty-ass razor<br />Did you a favor, tried to wet you but I graze you<br />Pop goes the glock when there's beef on the block<br />Chill for a while make them think the beef stop<br />Then I creep like a thief in the night, it's only right<br />Ain't no turnin back, it's on tonight<br />And if I get caught then my ass is up north<br />Straight on the course for upstate New York<br />Stress, smokin back to back cigarettes<br />It popped off, one point in the mess hall<br />But to avoid that, from head to toe, dipped in all black<br />Hit them niggas where they pump they cracks at<br />Havoc, with the murder master plan<br />Keep my nine up to par, so my shit won't jam<br />God forbid if my shit do, run behind a tree<br />Fix my shit then hit you, slugs in your body<br />Mainly in your brain tissue<br />Witness from the scene, get ghost, stash the pistol<br />So simple then, watch my back, lay up and relax<br />Roll a sack, K-A black, find a shorty to tag.<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Prodigy]<br />I got the powder, combine with the powder, and water<br />It oughta, drop in a half and hour<br />In the, form of oil, watch the cocaine boil<br />Keep my eye on it so the shit won't spoil<br />Then I pause...and ask God why<br />Did he put me on the serve, just so I could die<br />I sit back and build on, all the things I did wrong<br />Why I'm still breathin, and all my friends gone<br />I try not to dwell on the subject for a while<br />Cause I might get stuck in this corrupt lifestyle<br />But my, heart pumps foul blood through my arteries<br />And I can't turn it back it's a part of me<br />Too late for cryin, I'm a grown man strugglin<br />To reach the next level of life, without fumblin<br />Down to foldin I got no shoulder to lean on but my own<br />All alone in this danger zone<br />Time waits for no man, the streets grow worse<br />Fuck the whole world kid my money comes first<br />Cause I'm out for the gusto, and trust nobody<br />If you're not family, then you die by me<br />Cause niggas will have you locked up the snitch'll be your man<br />Givin police the run down on your plans<br />We're never goin down like that<br />So I, shut my mouth and hold my words back<br />Illegal business, forever mine, fuck payin taxes<br />The last kid that shitted and gave police access<br />to my blueprints, used names as evidence<br />Skipped town and I haven't seen the snitch nigga ever since<br />The moral of the story is easy to figure out<br />A lesson that you can't live without.<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />Livin the high life...
New song lyrics
[Prodigy]<br />It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle<br />Next come the bookings, the way things is lookin<br />It's Friday, you in for a long stay<br />Gettin shackled on the bus first thing come Monday<br />Hopin in your mind you'll be released one day<br />But knowin, home is a place you're not goin for a long while<br />Now you're up on the isle<br />In a position that you ain't got to refusin to smile<br />But keep in mind there's a brighter day, after your time spent<br />Used to be wild, but locked up, you can't get bent<br />Thought you could hack it, now you're requestin P<br />See you're fragile, it ain't hard to see<br />Niggas like that don't associate with me<br />I'd rather, get busy to the third degree<br />Cause the wrong population's on infinitely<br />If this was the street, my razor would be a mack demon<br />Hit you up, leave your whole face screamin<br />What you in for kid - bustin nuts?<br />Cats heard of me in street stories told inside this trap<br />Who are you to look at me wit'char eyes like that<br />Wising up young blood, before you make things escalate<br />And I would hate yo set your crooked ass straight...<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />Make your moves at night<br />Pack your heat in this war zone, niggas is trife<br />Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip<br />Make one false move and it's a up north trip<br />Livin the high life, make your moves at night<br />Pack your heat in this war zone, niggas is trife<br />Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip<br />Make one false move and it's a up north trip.<br /><br />[Havoc]<br />You tried to dip, duck, but still got bucked<br />You talk too much shit, you shoulda kept your mouth shut<br />All that gossip, motherfucker don't you know my glock kicks<br />Hollow tips, to your body, mad toxic<br />I fade you, blow you with a rusty-ass razor<br />Did you a favor, tried to wet you but I graze you<br />Pop goes the glock when there's beef on the block<br />Chill for a while make them think the beef stop<br />Then I creep like a thief in the night, it's only right<br />Ain't no turnin back, it's on tonight<br />And if I get caught then my ass is up north<br />Straight on the course for upstate New York<br />Stress, smokin back to back cigarettes<br />It popped off, one point in the mess hall<br />But to avoid that, from head to toe, dipped in all black<br />Hit them niggas where they pump they cracks at<br />Havoc, with the murder master plan<br />Keep my nine up to par, so my shit won't jam<br />God forbid if my shit do, run behind a tree<br />Fix my shit then hit you, slugs in your body<br />Mainly in your brain tissue<br />Witness from the scene, get ghost, stash the pistol<br />So simple then, watch my back, lay up and relax<br />Roll a sack, K-A black, find a shorty to tag.<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Prodigy]<br />I got the powder, combine with the powder, and water<br />It oughta, drop in a half and hour<br />In the, form of oil, watch the cocaine boil<br />Keep my eye on it so the shit won't spoil<br />Then I pause...and ask God why<br />Did he put me on the serve, just so I could die<br />I sit back and build on, all the things I did wrong<br />Why I'm still breathin, and all my friends gone<br />I try not to dwell on the subject for a while<br />Cause I might get stuck in this corrupt lifestyle<br />But my, heart pumps foul blood through my arteries<br />And I can't turn it back it's a part of me<br />Too late for cryin, I'm a grown man strugglin<br />To reach the next level of life, without fumblin<br />Down to foldin I got no shoulder to lean on but my own<br />All alone in this danger zone<br />Time waits for no man, the streets grow worse<br />Fuck the whole world kid my money comes first<br />Cause I'm out for the gusto, and trust nobody<br />If you're not family, then you die by me<br />Cause niggas will have you locked up the snitch'll be your man<br />Givin police the run down on your plans<br />We're never goin down like that<br />So I, shut my mouth and hold my words back<br />Illegal business, forever mine, fuck payin taxes<br />The last kid that shitted and gave police access<br />to my blueprints, used names as evidence<br />Skipped town and I haven't seen the snitch nigga ever since<br />The moral of the story is easy to figure out<br />A lesson that you can't live without.<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />Livin the high life...
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