Live Lyrics - Prodigy

Yes, welcome back, to Infamous radio, 3-57 FM 

I'd like to thank all the callers that called in earlier 

The love is much appreciated 

Ladies call up, the request lines are still open 

We Playin'whatever you wanna hear 

Right now, we got a special request 

Gonna play this young man record right here 

It's kind of fresh 

Over here we tie your ass up to a chair 

And throw bricks at you top speed for ya head 

Slow pain, torture style 

Better hope one of these shits knock you out 

I enjoy watching you suffer, scream, shout 

And all that badman shit out the window 

And while he gone, Im having his bimbo 

Live is ill, and it make sharp turns bro 

Niggas is foul, they run up on you quick loc 

Niggas is foul, they run up on you quick loc, and 

Light you up, stop your green 

From going any further, now you don't think 

So tough, you think you so tough? 

You need to be cool and just get your bucks 

Should've been cool and just got the ones 

Network with the thugs, that's all soaked in bread 

Money attract women, and have you (???) in 

(???) is everything, you unloyal piece of shit 

Ungrateful, son of a ho 

Your baby mama callin it dumb 

Fucked up the dough 

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Now ain't that a bitch 

That's life, fuck that live 

I'm nice I'm high off this 

Get right 

Do it up big, this life 

Get right live 

And let die, just let go and let god 

You be alright just cool man, calm 

Anybody violate us, we bomb 

Nigger wrong gonna do that? He dumb 

Anybody that foolish, need scars 

Permanent reminders 

Got 'em all sick cause I spit like the virus 

Boy If I get up on my shit say goodbye-us 

Time for you to meet your maker, don't cry-us 

It's a little bit too late now for that cryin' 

I'm the fly thug poster boy 

I rap for every young scrap up in the joint 

I rhyme for every time my pockets was empty 

Now I pop Don, pour some in the street 

In memory of the old me 

The one and only 

R.I.P 

Photos 

Yes, wild man, I really love this record, Ernie 

Ernie we need to play this more often 

This young man needs. He's just... he'just bitchin' 

Can I say that on the radio? yeah 

Callers call up, we still have tickets available 

For this years, summer (???) 

Right in the projects 

B.Y.O.B 

Bring your own bottle bitch 

Now hurry up and call 

Tickets are runnin' out real fast 

We're gonna get into the music right now, keept it going 

It's infamous, 3-5-7 

Don't touch that dail 

I'll blow your motherfucking hand off 

Nah I'm just kiddin, you know we (???) 

All right we'll be right back