Sid Roams - New Yitty lyrics

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 I'm always waiting for n***as to front So I keep me a banger, catch a stunt if you want Be like Super Dave, you f**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 d** and guns to equal to P Watch how every time the drama pop off I'm on top The n***as try that wit' me and get shot Ayo my donuts, dunn I got dumb out money Wild paper, you n***as better run now from me (Chorus) Prodigy X2 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 n***a is wack You's a ugly dipsh**, 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 (Chorus) Prodigy X2