Correction Lyrics Murda Drive by Prince Dre

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Get Back Gang
And they know me
I'm Prince Dre from the WIIC
Strech Gang
88Krazy

We got plenty choppas, they want problems? They ain't sayin' nothin'
All types of Glocks, they gon' blocka, lil' bro blam somethin'
They know I'm a shotta from O'Blocka, I'm with Grandson
Me and Top, we floatin' through the city, we don't feel nothin'
When that choppa up and shoot, get back, let them hunnids loose
Long live my n***as, free them members, let them killers loose
b*t*h, I'm back, boom-boom, Hellcat, it go vroom-vroom
n***a pull up on me wrong, like T.Roy say score-score
I remember posted up on the block, we was duckin' cops
got fire in the hole, gotta tote them Glocks
Who that b*t*h that beatin' down the block? Foenem on that car
If they movin' wrong, up that chrome, lil' bro open spot
I'm from Murda Drive, ayy, the jungle where I survived, huh
I been through the world but ain't no trenches like mine, nah
War will never end, 'til the end I'm screamin' f**k the opps
Ayy, f**k the cops, put the guap, I ain't chasin' thots

All these b*t*hes tweakin', on foenem
f**k the opps, I'm screamin' f**k opps
On foenem grave, f**k the cops

Turn me up, ayy, I been with all them killers
n***a talkin' about they want war, ain't no problems, huh
Send him to the sky, way up high, n***a, bye-bye-bye
Guns they go bloaw, they go grrah, n***a, grrah-grrah-grrah
I'ma get the bag, fill it up, n***a, yah-yah-yah
Take a n***a soul for the bag, f**k a ransom
I know a n***a ugly, hoes they love me, call me handsom
I came from the ugly where its muddy, 64 where I'm from
I can't let no n***a trick me, hunnid, can't leave my damn son
Murder backwards, redrum, keep quiet, heard them feds comin'

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