Murda Drive - Prince Dre

Get Back Gang

And they know me

I’m Prince Dre from the WIIC

Strech Gang

88Krazy

We got plenty choppas, they want problems?

They ain’t sayin' nothin'

All types of Glocks, they gon' blocka, lil' bro blam somethin'

They know I’m a shotta from O’Blocka, I’m with Grandson

Me and Top, we floatin' through the city, we don’t feel nothin'

When that choppa up and shoot, get back, let them hunnids loose

Long live my niggas, free them members, let them killers loose

Bitch, I’m back, boom-boom, Hellcat, it go vroom-vroom

Nigga pull up on me wrong, like T. Roy say scoom-scoom

I remember posted on the block, we was duckin' cops

got fire in that hole, gotta tuck this Glock

Who that be that beatin' down the block?

Foenem on that car

If they movin' wrong, up that chrome, lil' bro open spot

I’m from Murda Drive, ayy, that jungle I survived, huh

I been through the world but ain’t no trenches like mine, nah

War will never end, 'til the end I’m screamin' fuck the opps

Ayy, fuck the cops, put the guap, I ain’t chasin' thots

All these bitches tweakin', on foenem

Fuck the opps, I’m screamin' fuck opps

On foenem grave, fuck the cops

Turn me up, ayy, I be with all they killers

Nigga talkin' about he want war, that ain’t a problem, huh

Send him to the sky, way up high, nigga, bye-bye-bye

Guns they go bloaw, they go grrah, nigga, grrah-grrah-grrah

I’ma get the bag, fill it up, nigga, yah-yah-yah

Take a nigga soul for the bag, fuck a ransom

I know a nigga ugly, hoes they love me, call me handsom

I came from the ugly where its muddy, 64 where I’m from

I can’t let no nigga trick me, hunnid, can’t leave my damn son

Murder backwards, redrum, keep quiet, heard them feds comin'