catching my drift, repersenting with My section on my belly and shit i am the prince [reel] [hook - repeat 2X] This is my town, my home, this is my crown, my
d been stabbed in the back Oh I know you played straight How long I gotta wait for you To pull the trigger and leave But just for now Maybe you could Point
-two tracks Murder you in raps, let my wild dogs bust the cats Styles leave the best dead, I stay breast-fed And when I die, be handcuffed, to my deathbed
too long I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song My shotguns are cold and hard, but my desert is easy And my triggers are
grab my pistol grip and take care my business Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with Call my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my back Fruck
I tote my glock I keep it cocked the .38 slug for a nigga could be my brother husband cousin fuck him I pull the trigger got no remorse wont sympathize
by my smoke How you like my smokin' screen Playa got that evil grin and tonin' got me lookin' mean Fly got swishers full of blink Time to snort a
It's enemy turf that I'm on, so I'ma play it how it go Cock the hollow points into my black calico Hit the coat with some of grams of that dope fo' sho
my nigga and I'm happy with the trigger Scared how you figure? My man, say it time again Say my man, my man again I say my man, it's just me and my
My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny My guns be, goin', eh, for the love of money Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you luger lasagna Hula hoop, hold you
take seven Hollow Points put them in my Nine I'll give them seven more minutes for some prayin' time then I'll pull back my trigger and I'll blow your
, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies
big Caddy, and I pull the trigger fast Down at Arnold's on the Ave, I fight 'til the death I let you suck my in my chest, and then I break your damn
the trigger Pointed at your head Through fear you're sold into the fraud Revelation, revolution I see through your Christ illusion The war on terror just drags along My
3] My raw essence is forever present But my team be chasing dreams of cream and digits in the seven The heavens, see my body is soul and ever presence My
me and my niggaz surpassed the flow And got down for ours like hind catchers My mind catches flashbacks to the black past While my close niggaz laugh
sense, tryin' to push me He used to hold dick, now he wanna be in my shoes Hatin' like a baby, mama 'cause I'm payin' my dues Tryin' to hold on to my
my dime and we can fuck on the low And if you didn't want a pimp then what'cha fuckin' with me fo'? Every lady ain't a hoe and every hoe ain't my bitch