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prodigy blacck - you aint nobody lyrics

“prodigy blacck .feat noire “you aint n-body..”

[chorus x2: noire & prodigy blacck]

you aint n-body..
(ahaaa…got dat rite..)
you aint n-body..
(fooreal..)
you aint n-body.. until someone kills you..
(ahaaa…)

[verse 1: noire]

now first things first, m-th- f-cka you don’t know me
if i wasn’t dissin you, you’d probly ask ta blow me

and i don’t need n-gg-s like “homicide” ta “jock ride”
“ecko” should be jealous, ’cause “yung” gettin a “c-ck ride”

like “blacck” said, you 2 wouldn’t even make a hit single
yung betta off singin “maxi pad” jingles

and ~ “okay okay okay!”
ecko can’t f-ck wit me! “no way!”

juelz would be ashamed to see you rap
boy you betta “dipset” right before you get smacked

ill-strator musta been drunk to make yall “mods”
now we goin ta war like osama and “jihad”

[chorus x2: noire & prodigy blacck]

you aint n-body..
(ahaaa…got dat rite..)
you aint n-body..
(fooreal..)
you aint n-body.. until someone kills you..
(ahaaa…)

[verse 3: prodigy blacck]

how many times i gotta say it? you aint n-body until someone kills ‘you’..
reaction like hitler showed up at your barmitsfa, i’ll f-ck up ya whole “crew”..
tell your daddy to use a condom next time, he really is ashamed of “you”..

when i done , you betta off keeping “maxi pads” in ya ‘purse’..
homicide gon be bleedin when i cut his d-ck off, and put it in “your” ‘purse’..

f-ggot, i’ll have you dead, riding in the custom made gay “rainbow” ‘he-rs-‘..
you still want to f-ck wit me? i’ll stick ya b-lls to ya mouth, make it x10 ‘worse’..

i know the proof, right after homicide and yung did -n-l, the results said ‘hiv positive’..
light’s turned off, in da closet, dental dam stuck on, yeah i kno you gay, but not ‘compulsive’..

young been raped too much that da size of da hole in his -ss is equivalent to a popcorn ‘bowl’..
you can’t f-ck with r-t-rded cats, better yet me, my lyrical content tear ya f-gs anotha ‘-sshole’..

i know what you do, when you bring homicide over every now and then for ‘dinner’..
screaming like you havin an abortion, young riding homicides d-ck, not ‘ridin spinners’..

you must be gay, seeing that you would ever believe the likes of ‘sincere’..
but oh wait i forgot one more detail, young and homicides are f-g’s, c-ck suckin ‘queers’..

you still want to battle me? i am that black converted arab, my lyrical content is like “jihad!” like a crashing air ‘plane’..
i’ll be sure to take all of you f-ggot’s out, including cynic and his d-ck ryding crew votes, you said you’re ill? well then where is your ‘game’..
like your b-lls young and homicide, they’re about to become a tradegy, my lyrical content blow your b-lls so you can’t d-ck around, haha..just like ‘world trade’..

[chorus x2: noire & prodigy blacck]

you aint n-body..
(ahaaa…got dat rite..)
you aint n-body..
(fooreal..)
you aint n-body.. until someone kills you..
(ahaaa…)

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