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tha intro - prince kofi lyrics

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dj banks
paupa got beats making history, on god!

look, pull up at shows four deep or by my mother-f-ckin’ self
don’t try to get backstage when h-lla grammys on the shelf
ain’t no squad, ain’t no clique b-tch its the inner circle gang
you still ain’t hopped off the porch, ain’t no way that you can hang
got a plug, got a shooter and some backups for each
put you n-ggas on some game i might teach, i might preach
living by the words i’m speaking, your og heard he tweakin’
one hundred i keep it, never i’m reaching, opps leave ’em leakin, send ’em to jesus (oh lord)
do as i please i’m the motown mack, (i’m the motown mack)
every bar that i pen, n-gga these all straight facts (true)
suckas do what they can, i’m living without a cap, (no doubt)
if i get fired and rap don’t work, then its back to the trap (on god)

taking risks and i prosper, i put that on my mama (mm hm)
you come for me or mines i’ll blow ya to peru wit’ this llama (to peru with this llama)

its prince kofi, k!lla kofi to the opps (to the opps)
used to touch white but i never sold rocks (oh no)
i love it when she roll my wood before i wake up
smokin’ gimmie georgia dome, but i ain’t no saint (no saint)
young n-gga from outta town and i really don’t play (yeah)
gotta shooter in ever section, bet they gon’ spray (on god)
you gon’ wake up chewing on bullets wit’ a blade in ya neck (in ya neck)
ima fortune teller lil’ n-gga, this ain’t a threat (this not a threat)
came out to la in like 2013, first day out n-ggas trippin’ lookin’ at me like i ain’t green (what’s up)
i guess, i must look like someone they know (someone they know)
or maybe an opp so they want my throat (they want my throat)
i was born in texas been screwed up (been screwed up)
black man, america’s b-st-rd child never really knew love (never really new love)
grew up in washington state, played on the eastside
moved out to la (moved out to la) just tryna chase a dream i, (just tryna chase a dream i)
used to blend the corporate sh-t with the street life
workin’ at mtv to pay the bills thuggin’ in the meantime (in the meantime)
i sent them packs back, tryna make the gr-ss flip
barley hit the beach, guess i took it for granted (took it for granted)
linked up with some n-ggas on the westside, (westside)
find me in the alley next to smitty’s with the red guys (red guys)
ya my, two-step so brazy, (ha) connected don’t play me (woo)
i got shooters no rugers straight choppers like h-lls angels (angels)

its prince kofi n-gga (to the, to the)
to the opps k!lla kofi you dont’ know me (nah you don’t know me)
nah, nah you dont know me n-gga

ha, this just the intro
we gon f-ck them up with this one crook, on god
inner circle gang
prince kofi, the motown mac
sessions in the red room
my b-tch gon’ be mad though, but i don’t trip

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