Jay-C - Trap n***az lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Prodigy] I got enemies got a lot of enemies all these hoes so much blow lot of Hennessy haters riding dick that there should be a penalty flow so cold I'm slapping shots with Wayne Gretzky In the hood we them boys that's Wizzy 100 like Drizzy pockets fat like Biggie get rich or die trying like 50 Cent in my city bricks on the low like Bibby these n***as don't know you they catching you on semi automatics and f** a savage! spot a savage b**h we got a savage its me Prodigy smoke in traffic bad boy I do damage everybody scared of us cause we be clapping no rapping all you rappers is acting playing a role f** fighting I pack a foe foe blast your f**ing dome on some sh** like you home alone mama ain't calling I cut the cord on the home phone so she can't put you to sleep n***a before I do I got 30 in this pipe and this rifle to snipe you find you like bin laden in your mic booth studio feeling hype fool nah f** that dude head shot bang bang mother f**er I got you! [Hook] Wake up in the morning what you living that trap n***a