Tom Coyne - Quiet Storm lyrics

[Intro: Prodigy] Done been through it all, man… Blood, sweat and tears… n***as is dead and sh**… What the f** else can happen, yo? I don't think much more, son, word to mother, yo We done seen it all, and been through it all, yo Let y'all n***as know right now Word to mother, for real, for real That sh** is the truth, I'm not lying [Verse 1: Prodigy] I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines I'm the quiet storm n***a who fight rhyme P, yeah, you heard of him, but I ain't concerned with them n***a, I pop more guns than you holding them Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men Unload ten in broad daylight, get right f** your life, hop on my '98 dirt bike You try to stop mines from growing I'll make your blood stop flowing Take affirmative action to any a** if he askin' Now here come the MAC-10 You's a dick blower, trying to speak the Dunn language What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin' You hooked on Mobb-phonics, Infamous-bonics Lying to the Pop Dog like you got it You ain't no wilding out for the night fist thrower Rusty shank holder, we live this sh** [Hook: Havoc] Cause it's the real sh**, sh** to make 'em feel sh** Lump 'em in the club sh** Have you wilding out when you bump this Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a n***a OD cause it's never enough [Verse 2: Prodigy] Yo, the P rock forty inch cables, drinking white label My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang gla** tables Diamonds and guns before the fame, duke A n***a like me hold TEC's, are you the same too? Going through the emotions of gun holdin' Long shotgun's down my pants leg limpin' k**a B, you still livin', even my pops too He taught me how to shoot when I was seven I used to bust shots crazy I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me I love my pops for that, I love my n***a D. Black I'll take the life of anybody trying to change what's left And through all of that a n***a ain't scared of d**h All y'all brand new n***as just scared to d**h I spent too many nights sniffing coke, getting right Wasting my life, now I'm trying to make things right Grand open some gates, invest in the rag business Do things for the kids, the little Dunns Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth CBR's and VCR's, ATV'sand big screen TV's n***a please, don't make me have to risk my freedom We worked our whole life for this, you get your sh** beat in [Hook] [Verse 3: Prodigy] It go one, two, three to the fourth That n***a P-Double got that sh** for y'alls Peoples to rock to, stirring up pots of brew In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible To serve hot plates all across the Unified States Sit down and sup with the top rap reps We the streets that's watching, boy, move diligent You better walk like a n***a on a tightrope do Infamous first infantry, first division, fourth mission First a**ignment, give 'em that sh** they been missin' My new edition's way b**hin' Those that listen, get addicted to my diction f** rhymes, I write prescriptions for your disease Generic raps just not potent like P's One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle I peel off, chest naked on Katanas Spaghetti head Mobb n***as is full bred Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts And verses, but thirst for worse beats So I can put more product out on the street Get respect and love, all across the board We've been adored for keeping it raw, nothing less or more I score every time for sure While the rest of y'all n***as just nil [Hook]