RIP Prodigy

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Listen to that **** now Ninja if you haven't yet, prime P and Hav produces most of it while still on that Hell on Earth sound.
 
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MastaMind033 said:
You should check out Noyd's debut Episodes of a Hustla if you can find it. It's pretty much an extension of Hell on Earth and Prodigy drops heat through out the whole thing.
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Yeah I copped it years ago. Some good songs on there but it's a bit short. I like the Italian cop skit, Infamous Mobb and Usual Suspect, both versions. That, Noyd's Only The Strong album and the first Infamous Mobb album are great Mobb affiliated projects.
 
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Yeah that QBF album was disappointing but it had some joints on it (Power Rap, Straight Outta QB, Money, Da Bridge 2001, Find Ya Wealth, Self Conscience). Lake's 41st Side had a couple of joints on it too.
 
MasagiPatron said:
Yeah that QBF album was disappointing but it had some joints on it (Power Rap, Straight Outta QB, Money, Da Bridge 2001, Find Ya Wealth, Self Conscience). Lake's 41st Side had a couple of joints on it too.
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Let em Hang, We Gon Buck
 
LOBCITY said:
Yall bugging saying 8ball and mjg aint one of the best all time hiphop groups. 8 ball is def in top mcs out of the south. All this UGK riding, 8ball spit better than both no diss to UGK


Gonna add TRU, dogg pound, Kane and abel , Smif and Wessun, Luniz to rhe list
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Repped for the Kane & Abel mention. Hahahaha, that's dope. Anyone know if they were Puerto Rican? Someone told me that when I was a kid but I never found out.

Can't believe no one mentioned Field Mob. They're one of my favorite duos. High on my list.




QB album was dope, got that vinyl hanging on my wall. Could have been better but when you got all of those people, it's like a compilation album and those are never classic albums. Too much going on.
 
"My rebellion, retaliate, I had the whole New York state
Aiming at your face at the gate
Bottom line off top soon as you came through
Shots flew, don't even know the half of my crew
I got a hundred strong arm n***** ready to rock your $#i*
Clocks tick, your days are numbered in low digits
You look suspicious, suspect n!**@* is bi+[emoji]169[/emoji]**
Get chopped up, Grade A meat, something delicious
And laced back up, 2 G's worth of stitches
To reconstruct your face and learn how to speak again
My mob's like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricans
With bangers the size of African spears, it's warfare
In the arena, we turn arenas into house of horrors
Its terrodome, when you see my clique you need to run behind sh**
You got a gat you better find it
And use that s***, think fast and get reminded
Of robberies in Manhattan, you know what happened
60 G's worth of gun clapping
Who shot ya? You probably screamed louder than an opera
New York got ya, now you wanna use my mob as a crutch
What you think you can't get bucked again?
Once again"


"I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
You heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers
The Mobb comes equipped for warfare, beware
Of my crime family who got 'nough shots to share
For all of those who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone
You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for they self in this land we be gunnin'
And keep them shook crews runnin', like they supposed to
They come around, but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face, you're in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get they whole body laced up
With bullet holes and such
Speak the wrong words, man, and you will get touched
You can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
Your simple words just don't move me: you're minor, we're major
You're all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
Don't make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only 19, but my mind is old
When the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold
Another n**** deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nothin' really, ayo Dun, spark the Philly
So I can get my mind off these yellow-backed n*****
Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the realness and foundation
If I die, I couldn't choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burnin' sensation
Gettin' closer to God in a tight situation
Now take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you"

" Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first, Blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do jooxs, rush the doors
Here come the D'z tryna make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
My 9 Taurus hit bosses and take hostage
Your whole setup, from the ground up, we lock s***
Blood flood your eye, f*** up your optics
Switch to killer instincts for n****s pop s***
Yo, n**** Noyd, what's the topic? Nine pound we rocked in
'96 strike back with more hot s***
Illuminate, my team'll glow like radiation
With no time for patient or complication
Let's get it done right, my clique airtight
Trapped in a never-ending gunfight
So n****s lose stripes or lose life
Jail n**** sending kites to the street
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish 'em off
Well-done meat, that said 22 slug to your head
Travel all the way down to your leg"

"There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from
You could run, but you can't hide forever
From these streets that we done took
You walkin' with your head down
Scared to look, you shook
‘Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cops' control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked steady
By the MAC one-double, I touch you
And leave you with not much to go home with
My skin is thick, ‘cause I be up in the mix of action
If I'm not at home, puffin' lye, relaxin'
New York got a n**** depressed
So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess
God bless my soul
Before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
Into the drama I built
And all unfinished beef, you will soon be killed
Put us together, it's like mixin' vodka and milk
I'm goin out blastin', takin' my enemies with me
And if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord, forgive me
The Hennessy got me not knowin' how to act
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back."

" Yeah, about to get my thug on
The 41st side of things


I used to be in love with this b*+*# named E&J
Don't f*** with her no more now I f*** with Tanqueray
Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold
Last name was English and the first name Olde
But Gold couldn't take the d*** it made em lazy
We split apart and now I met this new trick Dainy
Now me and Dainy, we been together ever since
Our love combines to form a science, what is this
I bust her cherry, took her virginity in '91
Now that she's open everybody want to tap something
Go get your own don't make me have to f*****g clap something
I love my shorty more than life now ain't that something
To love you Dainy more than living itself
Even though my friends tell me she ain't good for my health
When I go pick her up they tell me put her back on the shelf
They say say yo P she only wants you for one thing that's your wealth
But I don't pay attention, cos she's my baby
The Dainy you know she drive me crazy she's my number one lady
Met her back in '89 now she's 22
Acting like she 40, she said all I need is a man to support me
Besides, you from the 41st side of things
And Queensbridge ****** be acting like they kings
Pushing Lexuses, wearing fat diamond rings
My cellular phone reigns supreme, international think rational
The 12th street crew move back when we come through."

"Yo, the heavy metal king, hold big s*** with spare clips
You see an eclipse when the MAC spit, your top got split
Layin' dead with open eyes, close his eyelids
Turn off his lights, switch to darkness
‘Cause deep in the abyss is street life
Blood on my kicks, s*** on my knife
You's the wild child, kid cold turnin' men into mice
I was born to take power, leave my mark on this planet
The Phantom of Crime Rap, n***** is left stranded
Shut down your operation, closed for business
Leave a foul taste in your mouth like Guinness
POW n***** is found MIA
We move like special forces, Green Beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
S*** brand new, back in '89, the same way
The God P walk with a limp see, but simply
To simplify s***, no man can go against me
Test me, you must be bent, G, don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it's full for so long ‘cause I don't waste s***
You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it
Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs, claimin' that they gonna rob the Mobb
When they see us, I tell you what Black
Here's the issue, it's a package deal, you rob me
You take these missiles along with that
I ain't your average cat
F*** rap, I'm tryna make cream, and that's that
Whatever it takes, however, it gots to go down
Four mics on stage, a motherf******' four pound
Speakers leakin' out sound or n***** leakin' on the ground
I could truly care less, the God gon' get his
Regardless blow for blow, let's find out who wear hardest
This rap artist used to be a stickup artist
Sometimes I test myself, see if I still got it
A live n***a stay on point, never diss
Regard s*** or forget the essence from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bulls*** for the birds
Live up to my word, if I got beef, n****s comin' in herds
We flush through, your clique get purged"

"To all my Mobb crimey, money-hungry and grimy
Mobb sheisty, Godfather III and Gotti
Rapper Noyd, Ty Maxx and Ty Nitty
Scarface and Gambino, New York City
It's P live and direct, stab ya neck
Ice-pick bloodied up ya whole entire s***
Live s*** 1-9-9-6, ask your b***#
My crew run wild, snatch chains and bracelets
Your time's wasted for figuring P
There's two sides of me
Snake n****$ obviously, you get lumped somethin' horribly and then we calmly guzzle Spumantely and Dom Pérignonly
Move the crowds over, cruise the f*** out
After GOD drinks had to shoot our f****n way out
Spark flyin n***** dyin, b****** cryin and shout
Mobb n***** to the exit, we out."

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One of the Rawest, Realest , Livest to ever do it.

R.I.P. Prodigy .

Though your physical is gone , your spirit ,art, & life lessons will forever live on ...

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I'm not really with the conspiracy theory **** but this is a bit weird. I never saw that Genius interview that he did, I had no idea he was involved in some Illuminati play. I believe that he died from sickle cell. But this is just weird.
 
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