[Intro]
(Yoz, what you tellin' me?)
[Chorus: Prince Dre]
Ayy, in this shit, you win or lose (Ayy), can't lack nor snooze (Ayy)
Two sides, better pick and choose (Ha), we don't go by rules
Ayy, better keep a tool, bitches bustin', yeah, it's war outside (Ayy)
I ain't clutchin' nothin' under ten, no, I'm forty-five
Ain't with that talkin' (Nah), chase him down, watch bullets hawk him
White line him, chalk him (Ayy), then crack his dome, that shit look awful (Boom)
Rearrange them chains and fuck him up, he need a closed casket (Boom)
Freeze him, caught him, stomp him (Ayy), shoot him up, and send him to the pack
[Verse 1: Prince Dre]
Long live Von (Ayy), a savage, demon and a savage (Huh)
Ayy, foenem really pass shit (Ayy), on call, they come through, clap shit (Grrah)
Flip shit just like a mattress (Ayy), get geeked for pistol clappin' (Huh?)
Them boys, they wasn't average (Nah), red tape, shit get tragic (Bah)
Come through there squeezin', leavin' your body just leakin'
All of your brains on the floor (Boom, boom, boom)
My people, they peacin', put you right up in the freezer
More bodies, more bodies, and more (Ayy)
They clappin', they wrappin', he gone, to the body, the neck, and the dome
They sendin' him home (Boom, boom, boom)
They clapped up, you rappin' them songs (Boom), your vision get wrapped like a robe
The story go on
(Yoz, what you tellin' me?)
[Chorus: Prince Dre]
Ayy, in this shit, you win or lose (Ayy), can't lack nor snooze (Ayy)
Two sides, better pick and choose (Ha), we don't go by rules
Ayy, better keep a tool, bitches bustin', yeah, it's war outside (Ayy)
I ain't clutchin' nothin' under ten, no, I'm forty-five
Ain't with that talkin' (Nah), chase him down, watch bullets hawk him
White line him, chalk him (Ayy), then crack his dome, that shit look awful (Boom)
Rearrange them chains and fuck him up, he need a closed casket (Boom)
Freeze him, caught him, stomp him (Ayy), shoot him up, and send him to the pack
[Verse 1: Prince Dre]
Long live Von (Ayy), a savage, demon and a savage (Huh)
Ayy, foenem really pass shit (Ayy), on call, they come through, clap shit (Grrah)
Flip shit just like a mattress (Ayy), get geeked for pistol clappin' (Huh?)
Them boys, they wasn't average (Nah), red tape, shit get tragic (Bah)
Come through there squeezin', leavin' your body just leakin'
All of your brains on the floor (Boom, boom, boom)
My people, they peacin', put you right up in the freezer
More bodies, more bodies, and more (Ayy)
They clappin', they wrappin', he gone, to the body, the neck, and the dome
They sendin' him home (Boom, boom, boom)
They clapped up, you rappin' them songs (Boom), your vision get wrapped like a robe
The story go on
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