"Make A Hole" lyrics - PRODIGY

[Chorus: Prodigy]
Coming through coming through real spitters
We wrap your guns everyone you feel us
Make a hole make a hole for my niggas
Or force us to make holes and they fitted

[Verse 1: Havoc]
Why you little niggas bucked for an outfield
Through the thing get pass me I'm out here
Out where their guns bust we [?] hit up
Something wrong with his head shots and run to it
What's good boy the [?] you freeze up
The pants too tight for the guns that we tucked
Let me hit you the sudden this I don't do often
But once I tell you gotta kill nigga hit your coffin
Get a good look not really get a good look
You want to play I move your chest piece like a rook
Straight up and down you niggas shook
Take a picture show you how real winner look
Riding around with my trophy
Ask Pokey a rat being low key
But who's hiding a slide through a back block
G'd up with my motherfucking mad cop

[Chorus: Prodigy]
Coming through coming through real spitters
We wrap your guns everyone you feel us
Make a hole make a hole for my niggas
Or force us to make holes and they fitted

[Verse 2: Lucky Luck]
Come on, uh good maybe in winter cold
Travel with a magazine like a centerfold
Being broke childish you bitch getting old
Se her in the video so with the something tinted
Stallions riding in it, stallions in the engine
Styling with a vengeance on them hating ass bitches
Keep me in your vision hope watch how I do this
On the toilet right now stay on some new shit
Miss exclusive hide in the [?]
Drunk at the venue but on point like a pencil
My sexual preferences is whatever you into
I'm here with my Pitbull's you hand with you shit soon
I got issues mentally challenged
You stay focused try to avoid violence
You know what I be
You got a problem come with Clipse like Pusha T that means no Malice

[Chorus: Prodigy]
Coming through coming through real spitters
We wrap your guns everyone you feel us
Make a hole make a hole for my niggas
Or force us to make holes and they fitted

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
This is Mobb Deep like 1000 Mafia dons
The black mark back up hit you better come
All the way to fuck down bandana home
I take my crime did my time, I'm gone
Off to the top like a rocket ship
In this soft with your top if you pop your shit
I got billionaire friends, millionaire girls
You got the blocks on I've got the whole world
Rock shows in Chile, Italy, Bombay
Why you yap out that I can't come back round the way
Huh I'm way [?] put around in your back
Respect how I move will get moved on out of respect
This is it this is Mike Jack monumental
I sat in the box and roll wraps with a pencil
Why the calendar pages is flew
I was plotting and scheming on what I'm gon' do

[Chorus: Prodigy]
Coming through coming through real spitters
We wrap your guns everyone you feel us
Make a hole make a hole for my niggas
Or force us to make holes and they fitted