Sid Roams - ABC lyrics

(Young P) Ayo daddy show these mothaf**a's how we do it P, P, P, P P, P, P, P Who holding down NYC huh? P, P, P, P Yeah, listen [Prodigy] It don't matter who popping for the moment P is forever, it don't matter what's the new hot sh** My sh** better, courtesy of myself, thanks to me I've work hard to come with these Sixteen's is much more than a rap, this is pure facts You see what's really good when you catch him by himself Dolly, I leave a fool holy like Jesus Christ It's a miracle he still living And you could say a whole life time of prayer But you never in this lifetime player be the mayor of the murder murder k**er k**er, bloody rap songs out the slums in the squala Made a few dollars, now they say I'm too rich I give some to you, now a n***a cool Ha, I ain't got two cents for you bums Now watch as I burn rubber in the six-huns CL made my gun ring a bell Where the shots came from they never can tell They just here to fire and everybody bails One n***a on the ground dying in hell Fo'real! (Chorus) Prodigy and kids A B C D E F G H I J K L M O P P P P P P P And numero uno P There's no other Kids tell 'em who I be A B C D E F G H I J K L M O P P P P P P P The one and only H.N.I.C. who holding NYC huh? [Prodigy] Listen, R.I.P season begins Dead bodies popping up, n***as getting hit Others getting beat the f** out and bashed out MOP style, they get mashed out I razor blade you up and cut you bad You gon' need plastic where your face's at Boy I'll bullet riddle you up and chop you into parts Then scatter you all over the East Coast, kiko You're playing with your life You play with me you're like a baby running with a knife You're upset your wife got my CD in the changer And you rap too and she don't bump your bangers Your sh** wack and then on top Your life style don't match the sh** you pop This is gon' be simple cause you're easy Like 1 2 3, I do it n***as greasy as... (Chorus) Prodigy and kids