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letra de win or lose - prince dre

[intro]
(yoz, what you tellin’ me?)

[chorus: prince dre]
ayy, in this sh-t, 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, b-tches 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 sh-t look awful (boom)
rearrange them chains and f-ck 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 sh-t (ayy), on call, they come through, clap sh-t (grrah)
flip sh-t just like a mattress (ayy), get geeked for pistol clappin’ (huh?)
them boys, they wasn’t average (nah), red tape, sh-t 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
[chorus: prince dre]
ayy, in this sh-t, 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, b-tches 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 sh-t look awful (boom)
rearrange them chains and f-ck 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 2: hotboii]
closed casket, send a n-gga right to the pastor, you know what’s happenin’
had to put that switch right on the glock and make it automatic
earned 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 b-tches’ parents
okay, i got rollie, cartier, but now i want the patek
we bringin’ static, do no flackin’, we let all these n-ggas have it
got a new drac’ shootin’ for the o like he run with the magic
abracadabra, n-gga [?] i already had it
atlanta hawk him, i’m in the a like i’m a falcon
don’t do no 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]
in this sh-t, 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, b-tches 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 sh-t look awful (boom)
rearrange them chains and f-ck him up, he need a closed casket (boom)
freeze him, caught him, stomp him (ayy), shoot him up, and send him to the pack

- prince dre

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