(feat. Kymani Marley) [Chorus: Prince Be] we be movin' on up to the eastside where I can do my bid in a phat ass crib in the sky we be movin' on up
a helluva guy" She said, "How do I know that you're not sick? You could be some deranged lunatic" I said, "C'mon toots - my name is the Prince =
dick Timin was fucked up, right around the time we'd all be rich New with tricks, we went through Wu-Syndicate, Wu ventelists Cop a mansion on these other
I'm no Andre Ware I can't see you haters, guess my vision is impared My n-ggas already there, yes we'd got that title You other rappers losing, wait..
this is D- Block this is D- Block DDDDD you know my name ( rick ross) Ridin in that maybach baby boy this first class tints feelin like a prince
Is there a prince in this fable For a small town girl like me? The good ones are gone or not able And Matt Damon's not meant for me Damon's not meant
ride with a helluva guy" She said, "How do I know you're not sick You could be some deranged lunatic" I said, "C'mon toots, my name is the Prince Beside
when you're far from home And may you grow to be proud, dignified and true And do unto others as you'd have done to you Be courageous and be brave And
you got a job Ms.Cheney But your husband's heart problem's complicating So the FCC won't let me be Or let me be me, so let me see They try to shut me
make me better I've seen right through and underneath And you make me better, better, better For real, 'cause underneath it all You are my real prince
suffocate at home Alright, right The Prince of Wales tea To keep the garden green But they don't want to be there The shit can't be there You woke me
[Scarface] Niggaz forget about the streets but when they rap they songs They claim they tote the heat, they quick to clap they guns In interviews be braggin
grip it on that other level face be bustin' they head Ride Bentley early 90's watchin' out for the Feds Red the king of south and I'm the airer to the throne J-Prince
Jesus of Nazareth Now we Fresh as a Prince while they Jazzy Jeff And you don't be sayin' shit when they askin' questions A-a-and you be givin' me my
other line screamin Told em, "Keep(?) down," but they was breathin hard It was my grandmother tellin me that she had been robbed I told her hold (hold) tight (tight), I'd be
one day A nigga was gon' come along and spit that real shit Wanna bet, what? (Take it all, you need me) That he too much of a thug for you Wanna be ballers
be bout 'em Get that cut up, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Now I got the feelin' we can cut the hell out each other And I hope we be the same
s interior gator I call em' Now and Later 'cuz they candy flavored You see I drive one now and drive the other one later Shit, it's the new Fresh Prince
