King Vicious a.k.a. Prodigy a.k.a. K.I.D. a.k.a. Da Finest a.k.a. Diesel. WHOO.
WHOO! My swagg back my dude....Ohh...
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First I'm calm, collect...
Veins in the neck...
Hand on the tech...
Eyes on a breast...
Blooded on my right, cock it-cock it wit the left,
Aim it-aim it at ya chin, and then hitchu in yo chest...
Thing mode on em now, lucky I aint clobbered you,
Little but throwin high kicks similar to what Tommy do..
And I know you prolly thought that ya homies woulda followed you,
But really you a bitch, and your mommy shoulda swallowed you,
That's why niggas actin funny, doin what they told to do,
You never on that newer shit and we hated the older you...
I would say you held it down...but nobody holdin you,
Called yo fuckin poker face, dummy nigga Im foldin you,
Run up in ya crib and shit-stealin shit, then I sold it too,
Family and friends of you, cause thas what I'm sposed to do,
Learn the game from study time, grind until the strike of 2,
Niggas never run on me cause I'll send niggas after you,
Just tell me what you tryna do, I'm good at the order up,
Nigga want the 40 worth, watch me hold a quarter up,
He ain' know it's purple kush, he start talkin funny stuff,
Hittum in his face and shit, asked em, "Nose Runny Much?"
Now that nigga know whats up, now he buyin every day,
Now he told his friends about me, niggas dyin every day,
Told em I'm invincible but niggas tryin anyway,
Come out with that teflon and let that rutheless semi spray,
I know niggas is dogs and I got tools that will make any spayed,
Cause I'll do whatever it takes... aslong as I'm gettin paid,
I just got a haircut, but my mind is tied like a braid,
Tied to the fuckin game, I'll never be the fuckin same.
