Cory Gunz - Great Spitters lyrics

[Hook x2: Prodgy & Cory Gunz] Rapping is my religion Brings me the finest women Gives me them eight figures Cause we some Great Spitters [Prodigy] Respect that M O B B D Double E P Real rap, real sh**, real spit n***as pray when they see me [Cory Gunz] [Verse 1: Prodigy] It's that real conversation, my mu'f**in' occupation Hitman I body that with a contiac, with a track, I slay it With a little bit of gra**, little bit of cla** Little bit of brashness I mix it up, till it's just enough To have me on that best rap list It's that empire state sh**, where we love the entire nation n***as that want to stunt on us, they deserve to die, don't try my patience Paint prov, like a ba** kick, thank God, I erase this, big boy to head boy Take that as a f**in' favor I know, I know, I know, you n***as think P be poppin' sh** And probably don't know that everything P be poppin' is Louder than words, my n***as ain't clowns, we not herds I bounce yo head off that curb, I'm just a rhymin' expert What you n***as want me to be, your Grim Reaper see? I can see through you snake a** eyes And you know misery loves company, and they hate when they see me shine See these dimes, see this cash, see me on tour with the infamous I'll see you in hell, my gun ring bells, puts all that bullsh** to rest [Hook x2: Prodgy & Cory Gunz] [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] I've got n***as on lock, doin' time Cleanin' Mac's, right off the block, movin' dimes Who wanna ride, where to? Chicks told me I'd be there in a year or two Goin' at the mall, corners appear poof d**h is just around the corner, it's here too Got a little brother, I'mma give a better life Beautiful little girl's I'mma put to bed at night I was 12 in the kitchen, when they let in white R.I.P. my n***a Beretta Mike I'm affiliated with the renegades I don't got juice, pop you, now I'm Minute Maid In the bucks we trust, when they lust me I'll be givin' a f** to dust into disgust we bust My mother, she was too young, she would've kept me Still wouldn't be able to run, bad-a** loud tell a n***a to hum Dessert too hot n***a eat wit ya tongue Unless you're Mobb Deep I ain't sayin' little, I'm done Like Charlie, see me have a gun Tell an old girl, party with a n***a til' one She got a body, harder to beat on a gun I got keys to the spot with a G and a Pump D's on the block just screamin' to jump P tell 'em stop 'fore I be in the front When n***as get caught, catch me if you want (x2) [Hook x2: Prodgy & Cory Gunz]