Prince N Beats
[Intro – CC Sniper] Ayy yo… You hear that? That’s that Prince N Beats knockin’ through your block, muthafucka CC back on his get shot or shoot first shit Real gangsta rap — not that soft shit y’all TikToks droppin’ Let’s ride ⸻ [Verse 1] I don’t pray for peace, I stay strapped for war Got a Mac in the trunk, couple bricks in the floor Bitch, I came from the dirt, where your worth ain’t much Where the fiends know your name ‘fore your mama does Raised by the blade, learned to talk with a Glock If a snitch got a tongue, we gon’ cut that off All that cappin’ online don’t mean shit in the set I know killers that’ll slide for a Newport and debt You wanna dance with the devil? Well, here’s your invite I’m that shadow in your mirror when the coke ain’t white Put a price on your head, bet my shooter get paid And he only sixteen, with a death-row fade This gangsta beat got me feelin’ like ‘94 Back when Suge made you bleed just for showin’ up slow It’s that chrome in your mouth, it’s that trunk full of heat It’s that red rag ridin’ through a Crip-packed street ⸻ [Hook – Gritty & Simple, Repeats Twice] 🎵 It’s Prince N Beats, and I’m the king of this gunplay 🎵 Got a .40 on my lap and a blunt for the runway 🎵 Still yellin’ “fuck you” to the ones who ain’t with me 🎵 Every bar’s a body — come and die if you diss me ⸻ [Verse 2] Yeah, still got that gangsta glow, that death-row soul Still knock a motherfucker out like I’m Deebo, hoe If the beat ride slow, then my Glock ride fast Pull the burner like a DJ — let it scratch your ass Bitch, I ain’t from no suburb, I’m from blocks with ghosts Where the OGs dead, and the young ones toast My cousin caught three in the chest last May Now I ride with his name in my ashtray And I ain’t changin’ for no cameras or no execs I make rich kids sweat when I speak on decks I’m that jailhouse poet, that backyard prophet That gangsta that’ll rob you, then say, “God got it” So don’t cross that line unless you ready to die My whole clique full of demons that forgot how to cry It’s that gangsta gospel, that crack rock talk It’s that pistol in your pocket when you just wanna walk ⸻ [Hook – Repeats, harder delivery second time] 🎵 It’s Prince N Beats, and I’m the king of this gunplay 🎵 Got a .40 on my lap and a blunt for the runway 🎵 Still yellin’ “fuck you” to the ones who ain’t with me 🎵 Every bar’s a body — come and die if you diss me ⸻ [Bridge – Spoken over low instrumental] Man… fuck your label, fuck your stylist I came in with a burner and a trench like a violinist You talk about peace? I live in war Keep a shovel for ops and a safe full of whores Yeah, that’s gangsta ⸻ [Verse 3 – Outro Verse] You can’t copy this feel, this ain’t bought in stores This that cut-your-verse-if-you-soft folklore Every beat I ride? Leave a chalk line there Every verse I spit? Got the devil sayin’ “damn…” So light one up for the homies that passed And pour one out for the rappers I smashed It’s Prince N Beats, and I reign like a savage Put a crown on my strap — now it’s royal damage ⸻ [Final Ad-lib / Fade Out] Yeah… CC Sniper, bitch. Still gangsta. Still God-fearin’. Still gunnin’. Still runnin’. And y’all still lunch meat.
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[Intro – CC Sniper] Ayy yo… You hear that? That’s that Prince N Beats knockin’ through your block, muthafucka CC back on his get shot or shoot first shit Real gangsta rap — not that soft shit y’all TikToks droppin’ Let’s ride ⸻ [Verse 1] I don’t pray for peace, I stay strapped for war Got a Mac in the trunk, couple bricks in the floor Bitch, I came from the dirt, where your worth ain’t much Where the fiends know your name ‘fore your mama does Raised by the blade, learned to talk with a Glock If a snitch got a tongue, we gon’ cut that off All that cappin’ online don’t mean shit in the set I know killers that’ll slide for a Newport and debt You wanna dance with the devil? Well, here’s your invite I’m that shadow in your mirror when the coke ain’t white Put a price on your head, bet my shooter get paid And he only sixteen, with a death-row fade This gangsta beat got me feelin’ like ‘94 Back when Suge made you bleed just for showin’ up slow It’s that chrome in your mouth, it’s that trunk full of heat It’s that red rag ridin’ through a Crip-packed street ⸻ [Hook – Gritty & Simple, Repeats Twice] 🎵 It’s Prince N Beats, and I’m the king of this gunplay 🎵 Got a .40 on my lap and a blunt for the runway 🎵 Still yellin’ “fuck you” to the ones who ain’t with me 🎵 Every bar’s a body — come and die if you diss me ⸻ [Verse 2] Yeah, still got that gangsta glow, that death-row soul Still knock a motherfucker out like I’m Deebo, hoe If the beat ride slow, then my Glock ride fast Pull the burner like a DJ — let it scratch your ass Bitch, I ain’t from no suburb, I’m from blocks with ghosts Where the OGs dead, and the young ones toast My cousin caught three in the chest last May Now I ride with his name in my ashtray And I ain’t changin’ for no cameras or no execs I make rich kids sweat when I speak on decks I’m that jailhouse poet, that backyard prophet That gangsta that’ll rob you, then say, “God got it” So don’t cross that line unless you ready to die My whole clique full of demons that forgot how to cry It’s that gangsta gospel, that crack rock talk It’s that pistol in your pocket when you just wanna walk ⸻ [Hook – Repeats, harder delivery second time] 🎵 It’s Prince N Beats, and I’m the king of this gunplay 🎵 Got a .40 on my lap and a blunt for the runway 🎵 Still yellin’ “fuck you” to the ones who ain’t with me 🎵 Every bar’s a body — come and die if you diss me ⸻ [Bridge – Spoken over low instrumental] Man… fuck your label, fuck your stylist I came in with a burner and a trench like a violinist You talk about peace? I live in war Keep a shovel for ops and a safe full of whores Yeah, that’s gangsta ⸻ [Verse 3 – Outro Verse] You can’t copy this feel, this ain’t bought in stores This that cut-your-verse-if-you-soft folklore Every beat I ride? Leave a chalk line there Every verse I spit? Got the devil sayin’ “damn…” So light one up for the homies that passed And pour one out for the rappers I smashed It’s Prince N Beats, and I reign like a savage Put a crown on my strap — now it’s royal damage ⸻ [Final Ad-lib / Fade Out] Yeah… CC Sniper, bitch. Still gangsta. Still God-fearin’. Still gunnin’. Still runnin’. And y’all still lunch meat.