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prodigy - the world is yours (tip mix) freestyle (jay-z diss) lyrics

[intro: jay+z live performance]
i don’t care if you mobb deep, i hold triggers to crews
you little f+ck, i got money stacks bigger than you

[verse 1: prodigy]
(whose world is this?)
it’s yours muhf+cker ’till i sn+tch your ground from under your feet, (yo) it’s war, n+gga
(whose world is this?)
and you could never win (nah)
you can front for the fans but you never did (h+ll no)
no kind of gangsta sh+t, i be where you live (you don’t be there)
n+gga i tell you a hunnid miles “you a b+tch” ([?] [?])
f+ck a rap verse, i give you balance with the fifth (blaow)
and my marcy n+ggas a have you coughin’ up ribs (+cough+)
and my son the villain, a have you stand far from your backyard (f+ck outta here)
the only thing we squash is squads, my n+ggas dying by the day
it’s gettin’ closer to me, i gotta ride, dunn, i hopе the universe forgivе me
and give me strength through the war, when i die they gon’ build me a statue in new york

[chorus: littles]
(whose world is this?)
it’s mine, muhf+cker, you know them pounds back out (pow), shot sounding [?]
love us or hate us, [?] [?]
[?] [?] shots bang out of clips that’ll part your [?]
(whose world is this?)
qb, muhf+cker, you know them pounds (yeah) back out, (yo) shot sounding [?] (yo, uh)
love me or hate me, (uh+huh) [?] [?] (yo)
[?] [?] shots bang out (yo) of clips (yo) that’ll part (yo) your [?]
[verse 2: littles]
army fatigues, tim boots, my dogs in bings
n+ggas sniffing (yea) ’round blocks like my sh+t don’t pop
like my sh+t gon’ jam, like my sh+t don’t cop
streets a listen or the glass pot is back in the kitchen
back to cold water, ice, oil, rockin’ and glisten (september)
bare witness, dog, spots are lost, glocks a toss on you b+tch made n+ggas that floss
tell it to the judge matter fact tell it to the cops, def don’t speak
try and tell it from a box, closing our caskets ([?] [?] [?])
pictures are painted from the streets now the [?] got our jerseys hanging
when we was lil bandanna tied, trey+8s banging

[outro: prodigy]
(whose world is this?)
doo wop, n+gga
e+money bags
r.i.p
[?]
scarface twin
k!lla
[?] on my n+gga
so real
you n+ggas wouldn’t begin to know
but chu know
we gon’ keep pushin’
and do us

- prodigy lyrics

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