Back to Back (feat. Infamous Mobb)

[Intro: Prodigy]
So what’s the drilly nigga? Huh?
What’s the drilly nigga?
My man Godfather Pt.III
What the drilly nigga, yea that’s my nigga
For real kid

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yo
That nigga G Part.III strapped with two gats
Assist pass
And back up your truck waiting for you to press your luck
Press up, get pressed up in tight positions
I lunge on your punk ass you’re plunged down drippin
Yo god pack a powerful punch, get pistol whipped then
For poppin shit and get popped up and be eclipsed in
Your pyramid, dome piece, properly pinched
Pound on your pawn ass and get lynched
For playing chess with a menace
The pendulum swung back in favor this opposite live from metropolis

[Verse 2: Godfather Pt.III]
It’s P, Prodigy, properly write with roaches
That crow shit that make your whole inside shift
Got natural gift, black four-fifth, I take aim
I remain on top of this game my foul reign
Release pain, pressure, infamous tamper with witnesses
Arithmetic, architect, build massive infantry
I mosey, got shot up and then you folded, imploded
All crushed up straight the fuck up
You lucked up, like black cat that crossed tracks
You get smacked and clapped stay strapped a true fact
It’s a militant thing, let the pendulum swing
Every man got a time to shine I guess it’s mine