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rodney little - conway the machine lyrics

rodney little lyrics
[intro: conway]
yeah, you see me, n*gga
see what i do, n*gga?
it’s been a good year, know what i mean?
got n*ggas doing bad though
it’s crazy ’cause y’all n*ggas talk that big*money sh*t
n*ggas hurting though
hah

[verse 1: conway]
look, they tell me i’m c*cky
’cause i don’t think no n*gga can stop me
i’m the man right now, boy, sit and just watch me (watch what i’m doing, n*gga)
style switch before you n*ggas could copy
shooter slide through with a stick, it isn’t for hockey
on my hip where the glock be (uh)
my city small, b*tches i f*ck saying rest in peace to the n*gga that shot me, woah (that n*gga gone, baby)
i’m the king now, my n*gga, i’m jaffe joffer
but i travel with a semi like akeem (haaaaaaa)
where i’m from they consider me top 3
bar for bar, i don’t think no n*gga can top me (can’t f*ck with mе, n*gga)
the flow rare like vintagе versace
choppa close, can’t let these n*ggas biggie and pac me, nah (cap)
i’m shooting on sight, i ain’t tryna fight (uh uh)
but with the hands, i’m triple g, half iron mike (whooo)
gun to his head, fired twice, they say i ain’t right
but f*ck how they feel about it (f*ck em)
cross the morgue, f*ck n*ggas get k!lled about it (uh huh)
youngin’ shooting like buddy hield about it
that gangsta sh*t, boy, we still about it (cap)
my jit waving the stick, he barely miss
every time he see a n*gga been hit, he say, “swish” (hahahaha)
the semi clapped up
this for the n*ggas that violate parole
and say, “f*ck willing”, send me back up
i wanna pop something, every time i pick this mac up (brrrrt, brrrt)
the hardest n*ggas out, n*ggas that’s us
[verse 2: prodigy]
n*ggas tried to stop me for seventeen summers
but i been on these n*ggas’ necks for twenty*three summers
i’m infallible, impossible to knock me off
top of my game, they very soft; terry cloth
cotton*ball n*gga, i’m a blazing fire
i cook your flesh, and come test i, try your luck (come)
new york state n*ggas on these hardcore streets (yeah)
catch a quick case, put the hardcore beats on ’em (do it)
they on that trap sh*t, i’m on that b00by trap life
come at me, and you gon’ step on a land mine
these n*ggas stay running and my n*ggas stay chasing (get em n*ggas son)
they shooting by mistake, my shots calculated
’cause prior to the murder, i meditated
on post*release supervision, i still get it shaking
infamous reputation, ain’t no f*cking mystery (nah)
i’m current events, you hip*hop history (burn em)
boxes of red stripe, big ting of marijuan’
mind like farrahkan, heart like the taliban
you talk to me crazy, you dumb (what?)
i slap fire out you and bust your eardrum (done)
this is top*tier rap, we second to none (nuh uh)
your lil’ bars not strong enough to verse us

[outro: prodigy + sample]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
you know what i’m saying?
it’s that conway*prodigy sh*t
that new york state gangsta sh*t
[…]

- conway the machine lyrics

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