Dj Clue - Pile Raps

featuring Prodigy (of Mobb Deep) 

[Prodigy] 
Pile raps inside my skull cap 
Like a brick stack tha kid is back 
I told y`all niggas `98 list that 
Yo `99 piss on rap 2000 where ya pistols at dun 
We be tha men in black fatigues 
30 000 dollar chains that swing 
You`ll catch me in tha streets poppin that bullshit 
Catch a fat lip hoes all over your shit 
Bust guns like nuts all over your bitch 
So you`s a woman tell me what tha fuck you tryna doin 
You growlin all over tha tape 
Forget you when I touch that shit 
Not only that on the concrete 
We splash more niggas than the wave pool did 
Check out my new shit 
We blood spit you still ice grill 
Mad cause your clic shit is homo 
The Mobb stay real 
Steady playin` the field 
Nigga you sideline rhyme 
Customers complain they can`t feel 
You cooked up a half ass meal 
Its time for me to catch burn on the wheels of steel 
My shit fill the appetite of the populus 
We can do it via satelitte just us 
An show the world how that ass get bust 
Ever since a little yuke I had this lust 
To pick up the motherfuckin` pen an just rush 
Like morphine beats throught the wires of the Eps plus 
You get penalized tryna rock wit the utmost 
Get branded for bein weak the most 
Now be ghost get the fuck outta here 
Wit that bullshit you tryna shit 
Wit tha planet you need to be shot rappin 
I got sickle cell I feel the pain 
Oh yeah what`s happenin 
Fake thug wanna front like they contractin 
Numbers on my head thug please i`m here waitin 
You can`t touch me there`s no fake love amongst me 
There`s no fake niggas that run wit me 
Somebody gave y`all the wrong info 
I ain`t ya kitko..nympho 
Putmeon tha way you ??????? 
Supposed to taught that bitch much better than that 
I dwell where the rest of my vets is at 
>From sumnerville to Bx and back 
To the lab and the dungeon 
My house of representatives stay starvin be stumpin 
We unholy cause there ain`t a part missin 
My commission sit at the table like the last supper fucker