Lyrics:
tote scripture straight by the minute and I won't Change a thing
Jesus Christ the only king, make sure you drink on Pain
Pipe out the demon, kill
line
Off that drank it's hard to focus (focus)
Seems like I'm always chosen by romantics that are hopeless
We can make arrangements though
And if you
Look, all I need is one sixteen
To brag on my king
Romans 1:16
We brag about him daily ‘cause he runs this thing
Can I do it?
Yes, sir
Can I do
baby, just say yes"
We'd sneak out on all the nights that we shouldn't have
All of the mornings I was late for school because of you
But I preferred
a rocket we blastin' off, whoa
This is the aftershock
Back from the grave like I'm Lazarus
Back out the grave like a king, uh
I had to show them
who
The Lench mob crew, we comin brand new
So check it, can I wreck it for a second?
1, 2, 3 yeah I'm still a fuckin G
(CHORUS)
"King of the jungle"
I do
Ride for the crew
Yes I do, Yes I do
Yes I do, Yes I do
Please don't approach me unless we talking proceeds
Got better things to do with my life
the Supreme Team
SP-1200 drum machine
Hail to Latifah, she be the queen
DMC and Run be the kings
King of Rock! My nigga Ice T killed a cop
And we be to rap what
fuck me 'cause I'm now the shit
Niggaz wanna kill me 'cause I make hits
Your time pass like Nintendo
Make you no dey figure, Charley we be king kongs
Check checks checked
Flex
Check checks checked
A nigga might wild out cus that shits enough
A nigga can run up like give that shit up
A nigga can run up
tougher than leather
We gonna slay the bad ones
Until there are none
Run-D.M.C.'s award nominee
The K-I-N-G's of all M-I-see's
Like Hercules, with
these be the charms
Sheba, King Tut suite at the Khalifa
Tied to a chair getting burned by cohibas
A well dressed thug who run clubs in the Koreas
pop [pop pop]
[long pause]
GNice hustling is non-stop
Makin' lettuce
Top Chef, Italian Caesar chop-chop [chop-chop] (pause)
Got owned by the King
Come check me inna di night and mek we get it amplified
Me nuh quick fi run da ship, me nah go slip, me nah go slide
In other words the love I got
and cuff me up in my sleep
That's why we never run from the truth baby
If you don't see the issue you're part of it
Or aloof baby, achoo
You got the allergy
hot, lady
Gotta cool this anger
Oh gotta cool this mess we've made
It's so so hot, baby
Yes it's so hot
I just can't take it, I can't stand no more
too hot, so so hot, my lady
Gotta cool this anger
Oh gotta cool this mess we've made
It's so so hot, baby
Yes it's so hot
I just can't take it, I
hot, lady
Gotta cool this anger
Oh gotta cool this mess we've made
It's so so hot, baby
Yes it's so hot
I just can't take it, I can't stand no more
missin'
The life I live, fit for a King
Now all I need fine little dime that's sharin my shine
We sit back, watch the haters go by
I'm not tryna'
'til a hundred and one years old
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
Rock it out, a-Baby Bubba
treat 'em all the same, bitch check yo' game!
[Chorus]
[X] When y'all niggaz stop actin like bitches
[X] bitches stop actin like niggaz we can all clock
bitch been ready, my clique been ready
My shit's been ready, my check's been ready
My shot's on full, that's Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y'all ready
My
provoking
We locked and loaded
Straight focus
Nigga that's the slogan
Uh
A dozen roses on the floor
Baby you was chosen
Uh
It's different levels play your
story, baby, just say, "Yes"
Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be
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