back together We won't break The sky falls and the earth quakes We gonna put this back together We won't break Sa pa se A port of princes, a Haitian
kills Now, I'm stuck in New York And the rain's coming down I don't feel like we'll go anywhere Stuck in New York And the rain's coming down Still in
West coast to your breakfast voltage, I got funk for days by the buckets PPP packs a bunch of wild motherfuckers Hold hold hold, wait wait wait
(Give it up) Give it up we wanna live it up (Give it up) Give it up for the most slept on since pepto bis When time warner let go prince, ridin' by
eyes, In the south, dog, my momma ain't seen her son in awhile, Yea, I'll sure is, Can't wait to see my niggas and fuck with my old chicks, Can't wait
Hold up now don't get it twisted, I aint hating do your thing I was like a young Simba couldn't wait to be the king Now Nigga it's the prince, hopped
[Intro:] Check the scene, pappas Slaughterhouse, still standin There was a murder last night and the shit didn't really sit right with me So I had to
on the everything we trying to do Put a call out to the Prince, this nigga still hating We got heat for the streets, and we can't keep the people waiting
kids and marry a prince Good luck and happiness And no longer shut yourself in, taste the pain, the sorrow The sun'll shine and still come out tomorrow
locked up Prefer me a hood chick, Hollywood hoe's too stuck up Better step yo game up, n-ggas step yo change up 'Bout to be 24, shit still aint changed much Wait
Africa, Port-of-Prince, Knoxville, Anvan Manhattan, South Bend, Albany, Brooklyn Africa, Port-of-Prince, Knoxville, Anvan Manhattan, South Bend, Albany
piece Smokin' a sweet nigga Business as usual We back up on the rocks wit' it I'm feeding my fiends I do it 'cause my pops did it Still got the same
excited, I hope they're rough I hope their skin is tough like Spanish leather Can't wait until their dull, dead eyes meet mine I can't wait until their
Uh, put your weight on it Uh, and uh, Prince Paul, bring me on and uh Aiyyo Botch, bring me on and uh Mad Money Murph just bring me on and uh Just bring
ever comes from the gates of Eden The savage soldier sticks his head in sand And then complains Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf But still remains
and still Christian Lil' shawty stop trippin', if Don Juan's a bishop, Why Nick cant be pimpin'? CHICK-PLEASE.. I'm just tryin' to get ya in ya VICKY'S.. Wait
we stand here waiting On the whistle to blow They promised us miracles, and the whistle still blows Broken promises, and the whistle still blows The whistle still
give me that quick scratch quick scratch Pump pump pump pump me up Uh now jeff everywhere I go everybody ask me Look you and jeff jeff still cutting jeff still