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prince eazy - chiraq (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: prince eazy]

when they out west eatin’ harolds chicken
then i’m out south eatin’ uncle remus
bad thots want to give me top when i touch down like willie beamon
n-ggas tweakin’
once i get to reachin’
i’ma leave them sleepin’
while a preacher preachin’
and a black box what he lyin’ in
and his suit fly like ironman
i don’t talk i just shoot
don’t ask why i just do
these two g’s on my belt do not stand for grey goose
i push keys like ray do
i’m a real hitter like babe ruth
my p.o. on bullsh-t so i’m on that k2
i’ll shoot you and leave your moma cryin’
if you dont rundo like numbanine
chiraq is were i’m from alot of n-ggas dyin’ in the summertime
in my city get your child lost
my team hard you crowd soft
30 on me let the cal off
turn a n-gga face into milesauce
folks got big mad macs prince eazy got alot of shottas
dread heads like waka flocka pop a choppa blocka! blocka!
deuce deuce go pow! pow!
40 cal go blaw! blaw!
hit a n-gga with the blaw! blaw!
before he die he like ow! ow!
hurt a n-gga murk a n-gga crack a n-ggah like a debit card
when he fall let the wesson spark
smith and wesson rip his chest apart
bang ground
lame clowns
4 5 bring a plane down
point the tool at a n-gga shoes make a n-gga move like james brown

[interlude]
whatchitnow! i got it prince f-ckin eazy man the hottest n-gga in chiraq yall know what i do to these cracks man stop playin’ with me i been here!

[verse 2: prince eazy]
my set we been here
my team we been here
i’m a boss n-gga that been here
choppa wet a n-gga like swim gear
opp n-ggas they some fucikn lames
i put this sh-t on my cousin name
30 poppa n-gga f-ckin’ aim
if i don’t k!ll him i’ma cut his veins
drill b-tch drill b-tch
i’m rolling hard off that pill b-tch
we don’t talk we k!ll sh-t
i got a small circle thats real sh-t
opp thots we f-ckin’ those
h-ll naww we ain’t cuffin’ hoes
these retros on my f-ckin’ toes got hoes
like what the f-ck are those
cop crack by the motherload
whip it up on my mother stove
i was in the kitchen i was water whippin’ it for so long that the oven blowed
i’m thuggin’ n-gga im thuggin’ n-gga you wired up and you trippin’
the same ones who be like free the guys be the same ones who be snitchin’
them n-ggas be b-tches
r.i.p. to a witness
toss his body up in the water then tell his -ss to go fishin’
we winnin’

[outro]
eazzyyy! lets do it! squad!

- prince eazy lyrics

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