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lirik lagu prince dre – hommie (remix)

[hook: prince dre]
i’m ridin’ ’round wit’ the mac on me
got 50 shots in this mac homie
these n-ggas act, thas’ a fact homie
like a-f-ckin-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’ n-ggas attack homie
i’m ridin’ ’round wit’ the mac on me
got 50 shots in this mac homie
these n-ggas act, thas’ a fact homie
like a-f-ckin-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’ n-ggas attack homie

[verse 1: prince dre]
they like o-block where them k!llas’ at
and murdaville where them k!llas’ 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’ n-gga no bodyguard
playin’ tough let the cannon spark ‘cuz i ain’t ’bout that big t–th
better watch watchu’ sayin’ homie, k!ll you and yo’ mans homie
got a handgun wit’ a drum on it
cl!ck-clack go blam homie
face shots you on the news, got the streets thinkin’ like d-mn 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
f-ck the jakes can’t spare a dime
hood rich got a n-gga shinin’
chi-raq, my city k!llin’
f.t.o. them n-ggas dyin’
prince dre they know who that is
dirty n-gga 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
p-ssy n-gga won’t try me
heavy weight, young ali
gun fire, his life flies
crop a n-gga like a i.d
king drive, 400 east
know a couple k!llas’, 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 b-tches that’s wit’ the sh-ts
f.a. and b.o.g
missy go hard and g.g.e
young champion, b-tch 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 n-gga like sarah lee

[verse 2: edai]
you f-ck n-ggas better pray
can’t wait to catch lil jay
i’ma stand right over ’em, headshot
(gun fires) that’s’ 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 p-ss on his grave
see alotta’ n-ggas 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 sh-t, come say the sh-t to my face
i pull up on yo’ block n-gga and drop yo’ set in yo’ face, n-gga goin’ in
no problem
you ain’t gotta ask who shot ’em
got a call, told me they spot ’em
they hit his -ss, that revolver
my n-ggas do what i say so i tell ’em “come, it’s no problem”
my young n-ggas gon’ flex, doin’ hits now feelin’ like gotti
i’m a young n-gga gettin’ dollas’
boss n-gga, they follow
all these shots they sendin’
all the shots i been callin’
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout jojo this and jojo that
understand i’ll dig him up, re-hit ’em up then send him back
squad, let’s get it

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