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letra de yea right - prince dreda

[chorus]
i heard you plotting on getting on me (yeah right)
you supposed to sick some n-ggas on me (yeah right)
you act like i don’t keep a pistol on me (yeah right)
strip me (yeah right)
seriously? (yeah right)
so what that i’m on high arrest parole? (you’re d-mn right)
i’ll follow you like highway patrol (you’re d-mn right)
i got a 3 piece choppa and it full (you’re d-mn right)
with a scope (you’re d-mn right)
up close (you’re d-mn right)

[verse 1: prince dreda]
the big platinum rope around my neck look like a gray noose
gold star, sitting on my chest like a state troop
try to play me yeah right, watch me play you
chrome desert eagle in his mouth i call it gray goose
d on the interview
50 in the magazine
the first cadillac i seen i filled it up with gasoline
it couldn’t slide off (nope) not even with vaseline
i watched the stop light: green, yellow, red, and back to green
without a sign of light i knew exactly what time it was
no handgun i tried to figure out what kind it was
you p-ssies lining up, my suspects anonymous
for feeling 5 guns altogether it was 9 of us
and yeah right, telling dreda put that k away
tresp-ssers last night got a 72 and stay away
that’s 6 feet deep under a rock with your name and date
and i don’t play around, i play it safe

[verse 2: prince dreda]
knocking individuals, d-mn k-i-d i be the kid
i follow you around like your little brother did
i go to jail for getting down and rocking [?]
i take my chances riding ’round 50 rounds in the benz
it’s pretty embarr-ssing them suckers think i’m scared of ’em
i check they -ss through traffic like a good samaritan
protect the compound like iraqis did americans
dead by the town and lounge penthouse at the sheraton

[bridge]
you’re d-mn right boy i’m playing with some chippas
we shoot b-tches like that white boy [?]
you say it’s on site boy, you best be sl!ck
’cause if we was doing life boy, i’d stick you
you’re d-mn right boy i’m playing with some chippas
we shoot b-tches like that white boy [?]
you say it’s on site boy, you best be sl!ck
’cause if we was doing life boy, i’d stick you

[verse 3: prince dreda]
the kids i be with grip that 4, nickelodeon
and knock your noodles out, hey your forehead dripping sodium
don’t let me get a hold of him
choppas standing over him
i look like a custodian
mopping down the podium
walking up to me
you best be walking with the heat
i’ll leave you laid out screaming like you talking in your sleep
bring traffic to a stop, like you walked into the street
rip your leg out from the top, like you walked into a jeep
shoot a n-gga in his chin, make him do a head spin
put a stop [?] like a dead end
yeah right, you’re d-mn right, your spot dry like dead skin
plus y’all ain’t got enough def like the redskins, n-gga
i got that 30 d-ck, built up with 40 slugs
i give your little n-gga 20 like i owed him up
i give him 5 more, i call it showing love
fool plotting and i know he would

- prince dreda

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