Lyrics:
gather your makeup and things
You caught up in this, we all in a bliss
With the charm on the wrist hoes
Say I'm charming the prince
They lovin' the style
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
is all overseen by my man will
As I walk through the valley shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time left
And they don't really wanna see
shout out to Will Smith
Cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince
Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks?
My nigga Nas told me money make the world
of y'all, I admit
But I never judge a book by it's cover, mine was ripped
Look, most of y'all was a first class member
And now you're gone and it's past
things to move, I blink like bewitched
To handle shit in the dark, red lights, with the laser hit
Here comes two big pioneers, rolex watches
Cars by
or get up out here
Don't watch no face, you not about it
Lick a shot for all the people who certified dripaholics
I'm a worldwide hustler, plugging up
a stick to the head
Then you end up just like a chicks in her red
Click clack bang yes dead
One to the leg, two to the head
Dem boy there went and snitch
Willie Mays Willie Mays willie masy Willie Mays (Come on man)
Swavy from the navy
Prince hall king Cole willie mays (swear)
Splash
This shit crazy
weight for me
(Only trill niggas I know)
Hood nigga fuck all that red carpet shit
Hood nigga I fuck a red carpet bitch
I put a Rolls and a Royce on my
Dj Self, the prince of New York
As we continue to keep it quinning
From the Jets to the jet
From the nigga in the cut
To the one cutting cheques
So
be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step, mauled by the mouth of Pitbulls
Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, ducking y'all
It's respect—but then
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
recognized by every eye worldwide
Back to the streets of the do or die hustler
I understand politics consistent, never quit
Super star write hits
Come have
hoe, it's all about me"
[Heather B]
It's not the star spangled banner or the red white and blue
but the underground sister from the Edutainment
Slangin' yayo (slangin' what?) to get my mail (to get)
Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin' dinners for the church
Red-handed, caught me stealin'
perfection obssessed
Heart's in every single line, I must be possessed
By a demon who craves noteriety
I know I'm no Prince Charming
I know my scars alarming
and surrounded by tall trees and flowers.
This must mean that the prince is here too. I must find him and help him. Hes locked up somewhere in the castle.
As Rose
I used to live in sin now I crucify the flesh
Clean I been rinsed by the blood that he shed
The peace from the prince in my thoughts in my head
That cash I get it
Running all these red lights hope I do not get a ticket
They just want me to fall off
Promise to God I swear they wishing
Chase my
didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince?
Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks?
My nigga Nas told me money make the world go round
And Uncle Luke showed
to the shredded foreskin
Red is torn and they're only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores in sore shins
Pregnant whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal
Prince shit
You know what they say
Me and my safe, got a friendship
Ten on me, thin weight, flip weight, gettin' paid
Gettin' laid
Bitch made, took
behind
By those who had witnessed the scythe
Whose fire had been raised by the wind
Wouldn't you know if only ashes could speak
Where art thou, my prince
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