Prince Eazy - Dream k**er lyrics

This what y'all been waiting for? Look, aye [Verse 1: Prince Eazy] I use to pray for times like that And not like this, cause these n***as rhyme like that And I rhyme like this I f** with Meek, for these beats and it's not no diss Just when he starts rapping like this ni**a THATS MY sh*t, LOOK 30 up in my dezzy I'm a Savage like Webbie sh** about to get scary I'm a Dream k**er like Freddie! Took my style, he petty ??? loud, he reggie These hollow tips they deadly ??? 55 like Eddie (BOSS) I'm riding around in your city Cobra on like Mickey With the longstock like Pipi Tryna make you ? 360 Meek Ja Rule, I'm 50 If you 2Pac then I'm Biggie I'm a rock boy like Diddy Cause I ain't brown like Drizzy Yo b**h want dick, she hit me I'm J.Cole he Diddy I bust a nut in her titties She gave my dick hickeys She bone thugs like Bizzy Her p**y fat like Missy She love da jimmy like chrissy I'ma shotgun and he RICKY!!!!!!!!! (MICKY) Remember me!? When you was on Youtube watching that n***a Keef ( bang bang ) Heard me and Sosa song and started mimic me So when he High-Pitched fast flow and he doing me That n***a doing me! f** you gonna say you ain't know That sh**'ll be a joke Meek spitting Chicago Quotes Like "Don't f** around and get smoked" ( get smoke! ) He gonn' f** around, gon f** Around, Gon f** Around, and get smoked! Cause these scud n***as I brought wit me, don't f** around NO JOKE! NO! All they know is Murda And when they come to me I got n***as up in other Cities throwing up the 3s They don't even know what that mean, but they throwin' up BD! ( BD ) Cause my Young n***as they drillin'! And they charged up like krillin! f** yo feelings, f** yo feelings Meek And f** whoever came with you Expose a fake a** rapper, that's what I came to do I don't care if yo b**h pregnant, I'll let da banger shoot And have da baby hangin' out her stomach, like a Kangaroo! Lemme hit my joint Aye, look If he chained up like Mr. T I'll run up on him while he wit his peeps Put the mask on like Trick or Treat 2 arms out, like I'm stickin D You rap n***as ain't doing sh** My Scud n***as they doin' hits My flow, clothes, they True as sh** If yo b**h with us, she doing dicks Look, f** a drive-by, I'ma start walking up Catch Robert Williams in traffic & I'ma spark him up Hollow tips will go thru his whip, & it'll toss his trunk I'll leave his car spinning like sonic when he ballin up f** that I'mma let the market up Or I can hit him with the 8 Like the Halsted bus You feelin' my sh** and Robert Williams from Philly stop stealing my sh**, b**h!