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lirik lagu dream killer – prince eazy

this what y’all been waiting for?
look, aye

[verse 1: prince eazy]
i use to pray for times like that
and not like this, cause these n-ggas rhyme like that
and i rhyme like this
i f-ck with meek, for these beats and it’s not no diss
just when he starts rapping like this
n-gga thats my sh-t, look

30 up in my dezzy
i’m a savage like webbie
sh-t about to get scary
i’m a dream k!ller like freddie!
took my style, he petty
??? loud, he reggie
these hollow tips they deadly
??? 55 like eddie

(boss)

i’m riding around in your city
cobra on like mickey
with the longstock like pipi
tryna make you ? 360
meek ja rule, i’m 50
if you 2pac then i’m biggie
i’m a rock boy like diddy
cause i ain’t brown like drizzy

yo b-tch want d-ck, she hit me
i’m j.cole he diddy
i bust a nut in her t-tties
she gave my d-ck hickeys
she bone thugs like bizzy
her p-ssy fat like missy
she love da jimmy like chrissy
i’ma shotgun and he ricky!!!!!!!!!

(micky)

remember me!?
when you was on youtube watching that n-gga keef ( bang bang )
heard me and sosa song and started mimic me
so when he high-pitched fast flow and he doing me
that n-gga doing me!

f-ck you gonna say you ain’t know
that sh-t’ll be a joke
meek spitting chicago quotes
like “don’t f-ck around and get smoked” ( get smoke! )
he gonn’ f-ck around, gon f-ck around, gon f-ck around, and get smoked!
cause these scud n-ggas i brought wit me, don’t f-ck around
no joke! no!

all they know is murda
and when they come to me i got n-ggas up in other cities throwing up the 3s
they don’t even know what that mean, but they throwin’ up bd! ( bd )
cause my young n-ggas they drillin’!
and they charged up like krillin!
f-ck yo feelings, f-ck yo feelings meek
and f-ck whoever came with you
expose a fake -ss rapper, that’s what i came to do
i don’t care if yo b-tch pregnant, i’ll let da banger shoot
and have da baby hangin’ out her stomach, like a kangaroo!

lemme hit my joint
aye, look

if he chained up like mr. t
i’ll run up on him while he wit his peeps
put the mask on like trick or treat
2 arms out, like i’m stickin d
you rap n-ggas ain’t doing sh-t
my scud n-ggas they doin’ hits
my flow, clothes, they true as sh-t
if yo b-tch with us, she doing d-cks
look, f-ck a drive-by, i’ma start walking up
catch robert williams in traffic & i’ma spark him up
hollow tips will go thru his whip, & it’ll toss his trunk
i’ll leave his car spinning like sonic when he ballin up
f-ck that i’mma let the market up
or i can hit him with the 8 like the halsted bus

you feelin’ my sh-t and robert williams from philly stop stealing my sh-t, b-tch!

- prince eazy

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