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get back - prince dre lyrics

[intro]
*mama zachary making beats again*
aye
this that get back
motherf*ckin’ get back
and they know me
b*tch i’m dre i’m from the wic

[verse 1]
back up on that bullsh*t
you heard what i said
i been out the way, chasin’ cake, i been gettin’ bread
n*ggas out here loafin’ still up on that broke sh*t
i can’t f*ck a b*tch if the b*tch done let the folks hit
stupid, or dumb sh*t i’m all the way r*t*rded aye
i be on that drunk sh*t i gotta keep a 40
fn, glock, choppa lookin like a [?]
i been goin’ out my mind since 09’ i been a problem
i come from that woodlawn where we started f*ck the ops
3rd district f*ck 12 forever screamin’ f*ck the cops
grimey, cutthroat, i can never trust a thot
the sh*t that got my brother hit, get back for my brother lit
i was traumatized, wonder why, i seen money die
i come from the drive murda drive, with the murderers
dodging homicides shirt and tie boss sent to the sky
i box co*design, internet got n*ggas dyin’
know these p*ssy n*ggas wanna k!ll me but i can’t go
only speak up on the real me i gotta let em’ know
six four shawty i reside, b*tch i’m from the o
used to post up by the store, still maneuver with the poles
shottas itchin’ thirsty for a life tryna take a soul
shawty itchin’ for a stripe, quick to let it blow
posted in that trap spot, me and k!llers servin’ snow
junkies want that crack rock, what you need? what you want?
drop a 10 and get you gone, when he snooze do him wrong
buddy think it’s chicken i’ma show him what he lookin’ for
chop his head, cut his throat, i be out in chopper city
with a stick and shotta with me, sh*lls gon’ hit his top
and watch his body in his partners city
b*tch i’m from the raq and in the wic yeah we like pakistan
catch that boy then whack his mans, bet that boy won’t lack again
they like prince dre back again
i lost 50k up in a month i made it back again
clutch a glizzy make them people regulate spin back again
round my way they know where it get hectic
i’m still young and reckless
still be throwin’ up sets, o’s i’m reppin body steady checkin’
closed mouth, if them people come, and they try to question
aye, aye, back up on that dumb sh*t (ah)
every glizzy round got a switch and drum in it (gra)
choppa got a titty (gra) hundred round in it (gra)
b*tch i’m like that clan f*ck n*ggas i don’t trust in it
[outro]
f*ck n*ggas
n*ggas on that dumb sh*t
n*ggas on that sucka sh*t
n*gga on that f*ck sh*t
n*gga suck a d*ck
n*gga suck a d*ck
i can’t even f*ck with it
i don’t even f*ck with it
b*tch i’m from the wic
and, and i keep a big stick
and i keep a big glock
dirty glock
thirty shots
haha

- prince dre lyrics

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