Lyrics:
challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor
Just for a moment I stood there In silence
Shocked by
and a gun in his holster
Now he’s just a face on a poster
He took me by the hand, took me dancing
Left my heart in his dust, yeah he left me stranded
through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by
Back open pumpin "How High?" (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
the block
Since black rose since kairi Chanel
Learned to channel my voice,
The game gettin fake n it’s easy to tell
I come from a city of doers
to slow down the quick come up?
Of a hitman, what wha what what
You can tell by the walk and
By how the chain swing
Got the kinda money most niggas ain't
me
It hits way different when you know some ns could turn for hoes but
Fuck it my n thats how it goes
Regardless of what happens my ns still know
You know I’m just a king doe
Yuh I’m just a king doe
I’m just the king doe aye uh
I’m just the king doe aye
K-I-N-G aye
K-I-N-G What?
K-I-N-G yeah
dead in his Maserati
Tommy-guns hittin like we're on a safari
His mistress is hiding, She saw the whole crime scene
Baby gone swim with the fishes, Baby
challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor
Just for a moment I stood there In silence
Shocked by
was answered in less than a heartbeat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor
Just for a moment I stood there in silence shocked by the foul
America is a whore
Get sick and try to see this little picture I draw
You can have a gun but need bullets to go to war
You already half-dead from
in
The center of 34th
The pale horse talk, a dirty cloth
Rappers, this y’all disaster
No laughter after the gun clappers
Get spun faster than twister
were the Happy Days, these the real years.
N*ggaz is brain dead with sh*t bags & wheel chairs.
For the record, I don't give a f*ck who your team is.
cnd
through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by
Back open pumpin "How High?" (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
Do you ever feel like the world's gone insane
Your future's being flushed down the drain
By those in power then they're bucking the blame
Sometimes I
Choppa home chop off yo fro
I chopp ya then murder she wrote
Find yo ass dead down the road
I turn yo face red like a rose
I’m thuggin I’m counting up
Shawty sucking bust a shell in her lounge
Fell in a slump, ponder if I wanna live dwelling on funds
I'm getting close to a cell and a gun
Throwing Dice
hooked one time
So I gotta OD
All I ever wanted son was a brick, a mask and a hunnid guns
Put a grip in a mesh if you want it son
For them chips I be
the dog in the sandlot
King of the rose Im the n***a with dem lamb chops
Ready to explode like shaking up a can pop
Puffy send a n***a for the cake then
hoppin' outta shorty whip
I'm by the tel, across exxon by the shell
Sense of urgency on the cell
We gon' pick you up, when ya flight land
We in a tight
a son by this bitch he dated
Shorty waited for two dead case kid
He'd get them niggas kids if he couldn't get them
Then one day out of the blue, BAM!
through the chaos gap
Running horses, tied to the rack
Revelations all come back (Smack em witcha)
[Verse 1]
HELLCLcP (Watch the)
Sky fall down in
a rat
Damn, n- switchin' sides on n- just like that
You know me, I stay wit' a bitch on her knees
And give guns away in the hood like government cheese
that i changed but i know i'm the same
Back up again i'ma rise up again
Rose from the dead like i came from the dead
Smart with that brain yea she good
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