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the freeze - long live the prince lyrics

where i was kinda crazy with money on my mind dat made me into monstrous rip dat controlled able, were yo’ brothaz ain’t all dat to the real prince of west and yo’ shorty excited like jada smith form the matrix, then aye man i got keep 100 st4p up for everyday were yo’ brothaz standing round with long live the stupid whish punks

chorus: where i gotta get my shine on like mr. jay- z might be the king but i’m the prince this my time to success over you’ll, were yo’ whish teachers stop all yell at us ya ain’t aren’t my parents and i gotta make dat cheddar all through the night in the day

verse1: where i gotta get rich like a prince but the king don’t no time to waste on lazy folks , then ima the prince of this dominate like a royal knight off of black knight until i slave these whish jokers, when yo’ brothaz ain’t sacred until my undead spirit has risen from the graveyard – muh,heh,muh ima. ima coming for you whish snitch

verse2: there ima seeing a lot insane sh-t in this world with no peace among all us, were yo this ya prince r.y.d gotta allow me peach you’ll ain’t stopping with all dat abusing to all young women if ya mess with them and ima come thru with locked loaded in yo’ your a– without saying please that’s a promise, when i got time on my side some of ya’ been screw up so much in the last days

verse3: there yo’ messy blackish dealers got the business locked down by the feds, were i standing round at the corner store spend it one bottle on a forty-ounce with bag of ruffles chesse kind and yo man raiding up in yo house flashin’ those warrants out for your arrest, when yo’ brothaz playin’ a game one on one were the i.r.s members been round taken all of your belongs they’re thinkin’ bout play me a visit were i told dem to heck off my property before i call my lawyers ya stupid whish b-st-rds

verse4(t.i.) : where yo’ whish monkeys got yo’ blackish sistas screw up with all dat prost-tution right next to tobacco store, were i look at you p-ssya– whish long live the dope sellers and the crack twins on wrong block spray all dat sh-t bout my crew aren’t playin with no mama boy’s, were ya better go back home where yo’ cl!ck started shooting up the hood with machine guns not with ak-47’s and were i sitting on other side with my homie boy’s

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