lirik lagu prince dre - vette (freestyle)
[verse 1]
these n~ggas nothing like me, i’m a gangster, can’t compare it at all
i can tell the story, all facts, i just paint the wall
i was really trapping, p’s and crack, we try to serve it all
these n~ggas act like k!llers but they really soft as cotton b~lls
squeezing ’til it’s empty, watch his soul lift and his body fall
you the type of n~gga in the jam you gon’ tell it all
[?] for that statement had to tell it all
they ask where i been, i’m back again, b~tch, i’m back in that mode
[chorus]
i been state to state, through the trenches, g~lock by my lungs
if i get that feeling, finger twitching, g~lock leave you [?]
shootout, get to swinging like my [?] thеy gon’ think i’m [?]
shootout in this b~tch, i’m like my [?], i gotta make it home
in thе stu’ up in the a, i’m ’bout to shoot this [?]
choppa make him lay down like [?]
baby boy and v.roy, they like [?], they some shottas
used to keep a knife up in my waist like i’m a part of slaughter
[verse 2]
[?], look what they started, long live loweko
b~tch, i’m stupid, going r~t~rded
g~lock .23 up on me, all the sh~lls is .40
i’ve been going up by my [?] since i was a lil’ shorty
running around with block kids, block on fire, we had hits
when i ain’t listening to my mama, mama call me hard headead
i dropped out of school, my teachers said that we all would be dead
now i make more money than my teachers, make ’em all mad
my pocket a graveyard ’cause i filled it up with all deads
my partners going way, take care their kids, gotta make sure all fed
a n~gga play with mine, i squeeze that iron, [?]
this glizzy like a d~ck [?]
crack a n~gga [?], surprise, pop out, ah, sh~t
he cluth [?] or a four nickel
prolly go to saks just because [?] with four fits
gucci, louie, chanel, givenchy, christian dior, prada sh~t
[chorus]
i been state to state, through the trenches, g~lock by my lungs
if i get that feeling, finger twitching, g~lock leave you [?]
shootout, get to swinging like my [?] they gon’ think i’m [?]
shootout in this b~tch, i’m like my [?], i gotta make it home
in the stu’ up in the a, i’m ’bout to shoot this [?]
choppa make him lay down like [?]
baby boy and v.roy, they like [?], they some shottas
used to keep a knife up in my waist like i’m a part of slaughter
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