[Hook: Prince Dre] I'm ridin' 'round wit' the Mac on me Got 50 shots in this Mac homie These niggas act, thas' a fact homie Like a-fuckin-pplause, we clap homie We'll leave you on yo' back homie No shoelace we stay strapped homie Them shorties wildin' they goin' apes Them lil' niggas attack homie (x2)
[Verse 1: Prince Dre] They like O-Block where them killas' at And Murda-Ville where them killas' be Them shorties 'bout it they out wildin' they'll put a goofy up on a T I run up on him where he standin' at And leave him dead up in the streets We out lurkin' no hide and seek I'm a lil' nigga no bodyguard Playin' tough let the cannon spark 'cuz I ain't 'bout that big teeth Better watch watchu' sayin' homie, kill you and yo' mans homie Got a handgun wit' a drum on it Click-clack go blam homie Face shots you on the news, got the streets thinkin' like damn homie Have yo' mama lookin' all dumb 'Cuz the streets took her son Got Black Gate on speed dial, they'll dump the clip 'till it's done 300 and 600 they march forward like the drummers B 4-6, Rock Creek, Front Street and G.B.G No Limit thas' E.B.K Folly Boyz shout out moe'nem Drama World, shoutout 7-9 17 up in this 9 Fuck the jakes can't spare a dime Hood rich got a nigga shinin' Chi-Raq, my city killin' F.T.O. them niggas dyin' Prince Dre they know who that is Dirty nigga check my background In the dip where the Mac is Let 'em know how the Mac sound If he try to run lay his back down Pussy nigga won't try me Heavy weight, young Ali Gun fire, his life flies Crop a nigga like a I.D King Drive, 400 East Know a couple killas', shoutout D.O.D Low Life and M.G Wic City, Face World, Ada Park and M.T.V Dogg Pound and D.D.C Tay Town and D.E.T Got a couple bitches that's wit' the shits F.A. and B.O.G Missy Go Hard and G.G.E Young Champion, bitch M.V.P We out here, up in these streets Livin' life 'till they bury me I'm in love wit' money, tell it marry me Bake a nigga like Sarah Lee
[Hook: Prince Dre]
[Verse 2: Edai] You fuck niggas better pray Can't wait to catch Lil Jay I'ma stand right over 'em, headshot *BOOM* Thas' for L'A Can't wait to catch a Insane I'ma shoot 'em dead in his brain Let the guys deal wit' his funeral but then go and piss on his grave See alotta' niggas they fake I feel I need to seperate Heard you talkin' bad 'bout bro'nem You better pump yo' brakes You talkin' bad on that Twitter shit, come say the shit to my face I pull up on yo' block nigga and drop yo' set in yo' face, nigga goin' in No problem You ain't gotta ask who shot 'em Got a call, told me they spot 'em They hit his ass, that Revolver My niggas do what I say so I tell 'em "Come, it's no problem" My young niggas gon' flex, doin' hits now feelin' like Gotti I'm a young nigga gettin' dollas' Boss nigga, they follow All these shots they sendin' All the shots I been callin' Niggas talkin' 'bout Jojo this and Jojo that Understand I'll dig him up, re-hit 'em up then send him back SQUAD ! Les get it