Littles (skit) Songtext
von Prodigy

Yo Littles man, tell ′em niggas how we got down in the hood man
You know how we do in the QB man
Let them niggas know how we got up, word


Yo, my first whip in the ghetto, I was poppin' off
Fourteen and had all the broads droppin′ drawers
I'm supposed to be in school, but I'm chasin′ ones
Surrounded by these snakes and these faceless slums
Can′t trust nobody, no friends, no one
'Cause it′ll be your own friends in the hands of guns
How you think a nigga feel when a nigga can't sleep
Knowin′ your own friends plottin' on your neck and sleeves?
P, you show me love, so it′s vice versa
You and Hav, y'all the reason why my life ain't over
Littles, best of the blocks, best of the ghetto
Y′all see me when I pop up, hood and black metal

Yo, we rep NYC, but what′s fuckin' with QB?
Nothin′, we invincible, you simple
Me and Killa used to converse on how we could
Capitalize off our street anthems
Damn, I wish my nigga was here to enjoy the fruit
I spill my beer in memory of you, it's love nigga
I came to the hood, you show me love nigga
Treated me like blood and so did Dunn
So in return I′ma follow through with our plans
Shock the industry and show 'em how companies ran
We went from crack sales to infamous records and films
These other niggas got garbage for real
And that′s why we stand in a class of our own
We got it locked, helmed, and very well sewn