H.N.I.C
Prodigy Lyrics


Yo, if this no better than this
It's the hottest shit on street
It move units like Shania Twain on a Mobb beat
The solar system stand still
Gods listen when I speak the world pay attention it's
Capital P, niggaz rather hang up
Ya niggaz know my handle, talkin like you straight thug
Dunn, I catch you while your shoppin for kicks
Surprise bitch, shoot outs is spontaneous and, oh
From now on, call me Columbo
Cause I come through wrinkled up, think I give a fuck?
Look at my chain, look at my anklet
But are you listenin to the words man? My shit bang kid
Nigga I run this shit, I set the trend, you get the dick
That's basically it
These rap niggaz think I'm talkin bout them, nigga please
You ain't in my leagues, follow my lead

I be the H.N.I.C.
The head nigga in charge
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The M.O.B.B., the status - we large
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The H.N.I.C.
The Head Nigga in Charge
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The M.O.B.B., the status - we large

I'm all over, me and my dogs enjoy this
We pop bottles, celebrate your death blow a kiss
At your wittle bitch, wish pain on your kids
Piss on your casket kick ya tombstone and shit, dog
And I ain't even that foul type a dude
But all's fair in love and war it's whatcha hand called for
Now ya mans want to ride for your cause
But fuck it, they could get it too, simple as you
And I be God-damned if they put they hands on me
Money brings power and puts guns in parties
Sends niggaz on Amtrak with those for your body
It pays for thirty plane tickets if we got beef, huh
Hardly, you all know what that is
I grew up in the hoods and the projects wit dope fiends and crack heads
Teenage killers with Mack-10s
Best friends cut each other's throat and twist they own fan backwards
Maybe that'd live now I'm on some rap shit
Album sold out keeps me far from the big house
The hand guns from that bigger house
'Cause ain't nobody cuttin for me to enforce to hold it down like

The H.N.I.C.
The Head Nigga in Charge
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status - we large
The H.N.I.C.
The Head Nigga in Charge
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status - we large
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb...

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Written by: ALBERT JOHNSON

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William Teague

This album is a classic!!!

Miggz

One of the best albums of the 2000s

bill smith

​@Chi Rimbert I remember that too.....I think it had something to do with it being a Prodigy solo record...,might have looked at it is him getting away from the Mobb, who were a highly respected unit, and were at the top of the rap game in the mid to late nineties.....Mobb Deep were like a brand name among the fans, so Prodigy doing a solo record was looked at similar to Lebron when he left Cleveland the fans were not happy

Chi Rimbert

I remember when it dropped niggas felt different...but this album is DOPE for sure !!

kamal

2020 pandemic days in April and... getting HIGH in the house & living it. RIP Prodigy

kamal

I AGREE!

Mr. Incredible

It belongs in that discussion for sure

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Lawrence Kariuki

RIP to the legend Prodigy.

Lord Tay

Listen to what he saying. He's more than recently becoming legendary.This song sums it up. R.I.H.

FuckThatNameThang

his legacy will last forever rest in peace big prodigy

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