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New Yitty

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Hip-Hop/Rap

New Yitty was released on November 14, 2000 by Infamous Records as a part of the album H.N.I.C. 2

Song Details

AlbumH.N.I.C. 2

Release DateNovember 14, 2000

LabelInfamous Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM87

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Prodigy

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Albert Johnson

Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

KILLER

[Verse 2]

Yeah, look here man

Every time the ball drop on New Years Eve

We toast to more money, we smoke to more cheese

Burn this one for beating my case

Then pop me another bottle and keep celebrating

When I'm always waiting for **** to front

So I keep me a banger, catch a stunt if you want

Be like Super Dave, you fucked up

Flat out on the concrete they peeled you up like the cartoons

But this ain't fake, nah this is gon' hurt

And you gon't feel pain

I'm the results of slavery and poverty

You had the drugs and guns to equal to P

Watch how every time the drama pop off I'm on top

The **** try that with me and get shot

Ayo my donuts done, I got dumb out money

Wild paper, you **** better run now from me

[Verse 3]

New Yitty, my hand's never gritty

I'll send the young boy to destroy every living

Think outside, do inside the place

I'll just do it myself, can never be too safe out here in

[Verse 4]

New Yitty, my hand's never gritty

I'll send the young boy to destroy every living

Think outside, do inside the place

I'll just do it myself, can never be too safe out, yeah

[Verse 5]

Yeah, yeah, every time I'm around my G

You know P drop that fire, ah I drop heat

Too hot to handle, too cold to hold

This two hundred thousand on my wrist bone

This is two two long right by the hipbone

And I got the bullets with the X's and O's

On the tips I'll shoot you in the lips

Speaking on my name just so you could get a spin

(KILLA) Couple spins, this **** is wack

You's a ugly dip shit, the black Craig Mack

I'm a handsome shooter, I'll simply clutch the ruger

And blow your bummer clout rot face to Bermuda

I'm a mobster, with the two B's front to O

You pull my foul, all you gon' see is gold

And platinum music, homie go make a hit

With fifteen minute of fame consider it a gift

[Verse 6]

New Yitty, my hand's never gritty

I'll send the young boy to destroy every living

Think outside, do inside the place

I'll just do it myself, can never be too safe out

[Verse 7]

New Yitty, my hand's never gritty

I'll send the young boy to destroy every living

Think outside, do inside the place

I'll just do it myself, can never be too safe

Written by: Albert Johnson

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