Win or Lose
Prince Dre
GENRE
[Intro]
(Yoz, what you tellin' me?)
[Chorus: Prince Dre]
Ayy, in this shit, you win or lose, can't lack nor snooze
Choose sides, better pick and choose, we don't go by rules
Ayy, better keep a tool, bitches bustin', yeah, it's war outside
I ain't clutchin' nothin' under ten, no, I'm forty-five
Ain't with that talkin', chase him down, watch bullets hawk him
White line him, chalk him, then crack his dome, that shit look awful
Rearrange them chains and fuck him up, he need a closed casket
Freeze him, caught him, stomp him, shoot him up, and send him to the pack
[Verse 1: Prince Dre]
Long live Von, a savage, demon and a savage
Foenem really pass shit, on call, they come through, clap shit
Flip shit just like a mattress, get geeked for pistol clappin'
Them boys, they wasn't average, red tape, shit get tragic
Come through there squeezin', leavin' your body just leakin'
All of your brains on the floor
My people, they peacin', put you right up in the freezer
More bodies, more bodies, and more
They clappin', they wrappin', he gone, to the body, the neck, and the dome
They sendin' him home
They clapped up, you rappin' them songs, your vision get wrapped like a robe
The story go on
[Chorus: Prince Dre]
Ayy, in this shit, you win or lose, can't lack nor snooze
Choose sides, better pick and choose, we don't go by rules
Ayy, better keep a tool, bitches bustin', yeah, it's war outside
I ain't clutchin' nothin' under ten, no, I'm forty-five
Ain't with that talkin', chase him down, watch bullets hawk him
White line him, chalk him, then crack his dome, that shit look awful
Rearrange them chains and fuck him up, he need a closed casket
Freeze him, caught him, stomp him, shoot him up, and send him to the pack
[Verse 2: Hotboii]
Closed casket, send a nigga right to the pastor, you know what's happenin'
Had to put that switch right on the Glock and make it automatic
Earn all of my stripes just like a bengal, I ain't from Cincinnati
When I get in, she call me daddy, but I ain't none of these bitches' parents
Okay, I got Rollie, Cartier, but now I want the Patek
We bringin' static, do no flackin', we let all these niggas have it
Got a new Drac' shootin' for the O like he run with the Magic
Abracadabra, nigga [?] I already had it
Atlanta hawk him, I'm in the A like I'm a Falcon
Don't do gossip, she get wet for me, Miami Dolphin
Can you give me your face, girl? Only like some makeup
We got drops on all the opps, be spinnin' from the [wrist uh/up ?]
[Chorus: Prince Dre]
Ayy, in this shit, you win or lose, can't lack nor snooze
Choose sides, better pick and choose, we don't go by rules
Ayy, better keep a tool, bitches bustin', yeah, it's war outside
I ain't clutchin' nothin' under ten, no, I'm forty-five
Ain't with that talkin', chase him down, watch bullets hawk him
White line him, chalk him, then crack his dome, that shit look awful
Rearrange them chains and fuck him up, he need a closed casket
Freeze him, caught him, stomp him, shoot him up, and send him to the pack
(Yoz, what you tellin' me?)
[Chorus: Prince Dre]
Ayy, in this shit, you win or lose, can't lack nor snooze
Choose sides, better pick and choose, we don't go by rules
Ayy, better keep a tool, bitches bustin', yeah, it's war outside
I ain't clutchin' nothin' under ten, no, I'm forty-five
Ain't with that talkin', chase him down, watch bullets hawk him
White line him, chalk him, then crack his dome, that shit look awful
Rearrange them chains and fuck him up, he need a closed casket
Freeze him, caught him, stomp him, shoot him up, and send him to the pack
[Verse 1: Prince Dre]
Long live Von, a savage, demon and a savage
Foenem really pass shit, on call, they come through, clap shit
Flip shit just like a mattress, get geeked for pistol clappin'
Them boys, they wasn't average, red tape, shit get tragic
Come through there squeezin', leavin' your body just leakin'
All of your brains on the floor
My people, they peacin', put you right up in the freezer
More bodies, more bodies, and more
They clappin', they wrappin', he gone, to the body, the neck, and the dome
They sendin' him home
They clapped up, you rappin' them songs, your vision get wrapped like a robe
The story go on
[Chorus: Prince Dre]
Ayy, in this shit, you win or lose, can't lack nor snooze
Choose sides, better pick and choose, we don't go by rules
Ayy, better keep a tool, bitches bustin', yeah, it's war outside
I ain't clutchin' nothin' under ten, no, I'm forty-five
Ain't with that talkin', chase him down, watch bullets hawk him
White line him, chalk him, then crack his dome, that shit look awful
Rearrange them chains and fuck him up, he need a closed casket
Freeze him, caught him, stomp him, shoot him up, and send him to the pack
[Verse 2: Hotboii]
Closed casket, send a nigga right to the pastor, you know what's happenin'
Had to put that switch right on the Glock and make it automatic
Earn all of my stripes just like a bengal, I ain't from Cincinnati
When I get in, she call me daddy, but I ain't none of these bitches' parents
Okay, I got Rollie, Cartier, but now I want the Patek
We bringin' static, do no flackin', we let all these niggas have it
Got a new Drac' shootin' for the O like he run with the Magic
Abracadabra, nigga [?] I already had it
Atlanta hawk him, I'm in the A like I'm a Falcon
Don't do gossip, she get wet for me, Miami Dolphin
Can you give me your face, girl? Only like some makeup
We got drops on all the opps, be spinnin' from the [wrist uh/up ?]
[Chorus: Prince Dre]
Ayy, in this shit, you win or lose, can't lack nor snooze
Choose sides, better pick and choose, we don't go by rules
Ayy, better keep a tool, bitches bustin', yeah, it's war outside
I ain't clutchin' nothin' under ten, no, I'm forty-five
Ain't with that talkin', chase him down, watch bullets hawk him
White line him, chalk him, then crack his dome, that shit look awful
Rearrange them chains and fuck him up, he need a closed casket
Freeze him, caught him, stomp him, shoot him up, and send him to the pack
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