my nascar with this nas flow, reppin' Hit the record sto', never let me go, get my whole collection. [chorus] [verse 3] It's - the - return of the prince
Third in this bitch, J. Prince for life Dedicated to these niggaz live and breathe that shit Let the real niggaz shout it out, scream that shit [Chorus
down with the Romans Said "We need a black pope and she better be a woman" There'll be no more celibacy Even the Vatican knows not to fuck with me CHORUS
with the nina Reping H-Town like James Prince Senior Am I hard enough, am I real enough, am I ready Bro well you already know On your march, set, ready, go [CHORUS
[Chorus: Z-Ro] Nigga it don't stop, so keep on flippin your Glock Whether it's drama or not Cause somebody might run up in ya spot, whether you servin
stay on my grind its b- to the r- a-t trust that I'm crazy JD pays me im such an effin ladie... [Verse 5: bow WOW] Im boweezi prince of the o-town
Moe Dee Chubb Rock hit the Grammys, Hitman Howie Tee, Doug E. Fresh, Chill Will, Barry B BDP, Eazy E, PRT, Lakim Shabazz, Jaz, Jay-Z, Tragedy, QB [Chorus
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole] See, ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause
[XV - Chorus] Look at where we at Look at where we been Look at every place we boned Don't know where you at I'm all over the map but right now we finally
Rasu, Nina Ross, and Skails, Rhythm and Ghetto, Rosiah, 7th Sign murda em all, yep... And like little Capo-Confuscious say "Nigga I'll kill for you." -Chorus - -Prince
I came to do/ Simply dominate, won't tolerate, dispute/ Nickel plated, aim to shoot 'em up/ Suggest you pussy's keep your lip shut or get fucked -Chorus- -Prince
rarified air where only few can live thoughts in my brain like that train in the fugitive I pledge allegiance to the soul of the game stepped away as Fresh Prince
ya dad? [Ray Ray] Yeah it's easy - A-B-C, 1-2-3 Turn the beat up, time to heat up Son of a G, from the B Microphones like food I eat 'em Time for dinner
Lil Wayne Thats why I love u B Now take that shit off Chorus you tryin to knock me but I will not answer Ur girl just wanna be my private dancer
from an overdose Fresh princes sugar loaf Homie I'm the most you've seen I got the same affects on both coasts And erthing hot on 4 wheels Homie I'm ghost [Chorus
to I'm that lil bad dude With JD I'm the A in the hit I'm the prince of the click What you think keep makin shorty have them fits It's the b capital
mayo? No mustard? No bread? Ah, so what! On the floor in the corner was my mattress, B I hated that so I don't rap like you wack MC's [Chorus] [Crooked
dolla signs And when it come to respect i die for mine Whip lashin chillin with 2 bad chicks One suckin on me whille a nigga playin madden Still the prince