Ky Miller - Put 'Em in Their Place lyrics

[Prodigy] Yeah, yeah.. Payback.. [Hook: Prodigy] - repeat 2X Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' ho? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place [Prodigy] Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves Trained by the pain, adopted by guerillas Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard Skyscraper ladies, they f** me when they man gone Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals You get a quiet spot in the shade, for a grave I get paid, cause I got murder 'fore sixteen And I'm so much rich, I got a condo for a piggy bank So much stash, I just laugh at yo' face Blow a stack on David, cause I'mma pyro Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops If you can't whip they a**, then n***as get shot (shot, shot) [Hook] - repeat 2X [Havoc] Waist.. yo, I was raised by the block and new to the sound of the gun shots Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop Block party departed, somebody got bodied Right before I snatch this little number from my hottie Yeah, young dude wit' j**els and barrel lens Heavy bones on the deuce, flickin' it up in the mix Fast forward to '06, gettin' head in the '06 Have a chick, feelin' like she workin' out on that Bow-Flex I'm focused, looked through my lens, see my vision Surprise myself and came through without one spool missin' From that hallway kissin', there was room in the Carlton I can smell it in the air, P in that next room sparkin' Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele' ho You don't do the tele', oh, f** it b**h you gotta go Workin' wit' a lot of dough, and a little bit of time b**h I wanna f**, I don't wanna know what's on ya mind [Hook] - repeat 2X [Prodigy] Yeah, I know you can't believe it.. WHOO! We still soakin' it all in ourselves Hollywood Hav' (yeah n***a), V.I.P. (yeah) It's our means.. Curtis.. "Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson Go 'head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more Ya money is old n***a.. smell that? That's new money n***a We filthy rotten rich.. (yeah) and we taken advantage (let's do it) G-Unit, Infamous Mobb Deep {*Prodigy making gun noises*}