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Rza Birth Of A Prince

the glock, wipe the fuckin' smirf off Your face, my bitch pulled up in a lime green and turquoise SL5, five AMG, while you shoppin' for a deal like it's A

how I feel Sun in the sky, you know how I feel Breeze drifting by, you know how I feel It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for Birth flying

is a problem in this game if you got 'em My mic I carry the heat for rappers playin' possum 'Fraid that I'm a see 'em, spit a rhyme, lyrically drop '

wisdom, is the wise words spoken By a brother attemptin' to open The graves, of these mentally dead slaves Who've been lost on a cross, for decades And

Car 36, 36, we got a situation in progress 37 between 106th We got a possible homicide All cars, all cars, we got a situation down Aiyo, toxi' off the

to Brooklyn, left you back in Jersey I was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback jersey Shame on a nigga, take it back to Dirty Run, game on a nigga, I'll

polka-dot I tote weight, sip Scotch, bust shots, smoke a lot My cousin Billy, he done it silly, used to joke a lot Chased bitches, cut class, got high and stayed broke a

's dear, in between your ears [Chorus 2X: RZA] A day to God is a thousand years Men walk around with a thousand fears The true joy of love bring a thousand

, in my Range Rover runnin' out this muthafucka and shit I be there in ninety minutes, aight, I make a stop Aight, peace, one-one [RZA] I'm up in the