Letras:
Prince Dead On It

funky when the grease is dead on it Funky dead on it Uh, dead on it, on it Shall we go back? Let's go They're dead on it, wow See the rapper's problem

dead (on it, on it, on it) on it Shoo be doo wa wa, dead on it Dead on it, on it, on it Dang, dang, dang, dang, (dead on it) shoo be dang, dang, dang

I will be your caller id And dat means I got your number Please don't make me dial it Dat could land your fly ass on da ground Just like a pilot So just

and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate to this

the team See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller See Preme was a business man and Prince was

like the living dead As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread But it

Arab money! [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Seven star hotels, Maybach, movie sick Big bitches, knock-kneed camel-toed groupie shit Women walk around while security on camelback Club on

Snuck up on malachai Made the motherfucker suck on shuck of corn Chaka chaka khan chaka khan Hit jason in the face with a hockey puck and Told him it's fuckin on

ll have it now I will have her, she is mine Rise of the sun, my test of time And when shadows fall on unholy ground It's time to sleep again As consciousness