Prince Dre - Win or Lose lyrics

[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 fu*k 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 fu*k 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 ni**a 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 ni**as have it Got a new Drac' shootin' for the O like he run with the Magic Abracadabra, ni**a [?] 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 fu*k him up, he need a closed casket (Boom) Freeze him, caught him, stomp him (Ayy), shoot him up, and send him to the pack