Littles (Skit)

(альбом: H-N-I-C - 2000)

[Big Noyd:]
Yo Littles, man!
Tell them niggas how we got down in the hood, man!
You know how we doing it in QB, man!
Let them niggas know how we got up, word!

[Littles:]
Yo! My first whip in the ghetto, I was popping off.
14 and had all the girls dropping draws.
I'm suppossed to be in school but I'm chasing one;
Surrended body snakes, and this faceless lumps.
Can't trust nobody, no friends, noone;
Cause in the end it'll be your own friend and a hands of guns.
How you think a nigga feel when a nigga can't sleep?
Knowing your own friends plotting on your neck and sleeves?
P, you showed me love. So it's vice and versa
You and Hav', y'all tha reason why my life ain't ova.
Littles, best of the blocks, best of the ghetto;
Y'all see me when I pop up hood an' black metal.

[Prodigy:]
Yo! We rep' NYC. Who was fucking with QB? NOTHIN'!
We invincible, you're simple.
Me and Killa used to convers on how we could
Capitalize of our street anthems. Damn!
I wish my nigga was here to enjoy the fruit,
I spill my beer in the memory of you's.
Love, nigga! I came to the hood, you showed me, nigga.
Treated me like blood, that's all it, Dunn;
So in-return I'm a follow through with our plans,
Shock the industry and show 'em how copping the rims
We went from crack sells to Infamous Records and Films,
These other niggas got garbage, FO' REAL!
And that's why we stand in the class of our own,
We got it locked, helmed, and very well sewn.