Field Marshal P

(Prodigy talking) Yeah, that's right, of course Uh, uh Yeah, ayo, uh-huh (Chorus) Prodigy Field Marshal P Soldier you step inside my room solute (solute) At attention, pay attention When P say something it's the truth The Universe is my witness (uh-huh) It's all what these demon cops tried to do It's all our leaders that got hit It's all the shooting that hit our leaders too [Prodigy] Nigga I'ma vet, on the streets I'ma King Push it to the maximum when I do my thang My words will shock you, my songs will scare you You fit to die real soon, let me prepare you For that rectangle box, you deserve to die, you dirty lil fuck You ungrateful, un-loyal, I'll have my nigga Un take care of you Or my nigga Fox, you just light work, real simple I'll pick up the pistol and hit up your temple Demolish your rental, you cheap fuck, bury 'em in his cheap suit Ashes to dust, you're not a revolutionary, you're a punk You're not a rebel soldier; just leave it up to us I'ma insurgent, I put work in, check my card, listen to my verses (Chorus) Prodigy [Prodigy] Nigga I'ma pro, in the rap world I'ma god I only hear the facts; I'm death to your garbage I only spit the rap, if the shit's real I only lie to the police on the real New York Pricks and Dicks (NYPD) know the deal They wanna do the kid like my nigga Sean Bell Fuck that, it be a racist cop buried there With the bagpipe music, I'll burn another L To amazing grace, what a perfect song Was blind but now you see us, it's not a game at all Y'all some slimy snakes, bunch of reptile cops The government and military all corrupt I ain't on that shade the world shit I'ma share my experiences, been through hell and back Now I'm right back in hell, dunn I'll be right back Yeah, but in the meanwhile... (Chorus) Prodigy [Un Pacino] Cops said a nigga tried to get you a charge Get cameras, cause they might plan some shit in your car But yet the god just talking the fact he got lips They gave 'em 42 months; he got bagged with that grip Word is bond, I was just right there I've seen the judge's face, military mind I preached to nigga "fuck jakes" The Hip-Hop could suck my dick Down right they trying to hate on us, destruct our clique Big Joe was in the Garden the night of Sean Bell death Had plans to kill a nigga the minute Sean Bell left Trying to slant the victim's characters for wrong judan Niggas scared to hang around me like "what's wrong with Un?" But fuck 'em, nigga down to take bullets when we were leaving And we don't get mad we get even Before you violate my rights and start looking Shit is candid in the car you're searching, I got footage (Chorus) Prodigy