Pras Michel

Pras Michel - Win, Lose Or Draw songtekst

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Hey, hey [x2]



[Intro x2: Pras Michel]

Cause my style, as old as the reptile

As slick as a Nu Nile, as new as the new child

Hey, hey [x2]



[Pras Michel]

Now there's a million motherfuckers wanna see me die

I got a million motherfuckers that'll see you try

And you never seen a man die 'til you see a man cry

You can run but can't hide, step aside you must be blind

If you don't see this year is solely mine

There's no rumors, you heard it through the grapevine

I'm that cat with 9 lives, done had 9 wives

'Member ReFugees started in the nine-five

Had my ups and downs, yeah my highs and lows

Niggaz tried to say I didn't fit the status quo

Rapper's dough come and go like the wind blow

But I'm here from the walls to the window

Failure's not an option, my gun's in motion

Broke the silence, a word's been spoken

I ain't scared homey, I'ma right my left

Cause when you conquer your fear, you conquer death; aiyyo



[Chorus x2: Pras Michel]

Dance if you want to, and if you want

Bust bust if you want, talk tough what'chu wan' do

Aiyyo I been through it all, winter spring summer fall

I'm still standin tall, win lose or draw



[Pras Michel]

Temper, my dear, it's a dance for a temper, alright now

Fever, my God, it's a dance pon' de fever, c'mon now

You see a little of this, a little of that

Listen to my voice through the spearbox she says

(A little of this, a little of that)

(I don't wanna I don't wanna ever stop)

You went from bein a friend to foe, a friend to threat

I'm big green on you like that dude from Shrek

Cause one for my niggaz, now dos for doze

Check your friends by your side even close you're foes

Now check; this world of mine I'm a blind man doin time

Look to my future cause my past is all behind

I got lots to gain to rhyme about

Anyone in the game keep my name up out'cha mouth

You little monkeys be gettin robbed

I see you when you over there talkin tough wit'cha bus card

I'm gettin money, I'm with the stars

I keep a loose deuce-deuce just to even the odds, ya heard?

For my niggaz I'm grateful, and somehow

We gonna make it together it's my time now

Sir Pras, I stay distinguished

A loose slang mixed with a little Olde English; aiyyo



[Chorus]



[Pras] Aiyyo



[Chorus]
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