factory line Got my first tattoo when I was 16 The rebel had lost his teenage queen I'd taken a stand for an outlaw's life My ma's words kept ringin',
CD boxed set Signed rappers: if you're so dope, then why ain't you been dropped yet? Kids say it's all about battlin', and braggin' though it's masculinity
It's time to show minds once again Bunch of friends yo, shit here will never end So top tennin all niggas and locked in pen One, we come through we shit
rooftop Hip-Hop star ski, the masters of ceremony Ka-ka-cracked out, was hookin' property Five a.m. it was the S and S A hundred and forty-fifth street
had to front and say yo, true, stick it on me I started smoking to prove I'm an adult Now it's a habt but is it all my fault I wished my mother would
love letter, only a live getter, pen after pen, as the paper get wetter, the warrior, lyrical courier, needs an amazon, and a strong type lover, what's it
memory lane It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all, it's like that y'all Now let me take a trip down memory lane Comin' outta Queens bridge Now let
actin' up Who that big flat piece of chocolate Sparkin' it, rockin' it, uhh, uhh, uhh, rockin' it My name is Prince, boo, now few who speak don't be true
'tis not plain to me, though I did draw it Which way thou dost intend for us to go Sure in the mind it is of she who saw it Yet still perhaps I made
is here forever, motherfucker It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in moonshine Let's take it
?tis not plain to me, though I did draw it Which way thou dost intend for us to go Sure in the mind it is of she who saw it Yet still perhaps I made
(feat. Lil Razah) [Verse 1:] They say it's always darkest before the dawn and that you don't know what you had until it's gone I thought I knew what
know it's half my time In the pen or the box Wit my man on the ox We gon do it like we did it on the block Let's roll Like wit 60's 30's 40 niggas wit
your hustles to boost they grind And shoot name to the feds to reduce they time It's the dude that helped your paper stack and had your back He in the pen
that big flat piece of chocolate Sparkin it, rockin it, "uhh, uhh-uhh," rockin it [Prince Poetry:] My name is Prince, boo Now few who speak don't be true
(feat. Markell Riley, Mr. Cheeks, Nutta Butta) [Queen Pen] [1:] Yo, a party ain't a party 'till it's ran all through And leave it to my crew, it's gon
' up, when it's time to pull it, you heard what I said It's Theodore nigga, we all about the bread, niggaz And it's time for a reality check, yet I'm
the boats with the tender cruises with you FOREVERRR I wanna relax on vacation You could be black, white, asian, latin or indian Dominican and Haitian; with true and honest eyes It's