Lyrics:
the stadium they all been screaming my name
Long live the king and titles never gonna change
Through the trials that I suffered I cannot fold
Tearing through
if they try to come for me
These mask and gloves ain’t stopping these
V2’s 223 I’m drumming through the pilot
With a AR 5.56 this 203 a rocket
Drop by
Automatic, programmatic disbelief to break this static
Disenchantment by savagely dogmatic fucking policies
To rise above the secrecy amidst the afterglow
I'm joggin' like I
Already won the election
Fuck it, shunning protection
Tunnel vision on a guap stack
King Cobra perspirating through
The brown sack
ships
We deny the crucifix
At the battle in 1066
King Harald led his waiting army
Took them by surprise
A single axeman held them off
Until they
Racer
Avenged Sevenfold Them Crooked Vultures and
Probot The Front Bottoms Talon of the Hawk
The Las!
Anything by Black Star or
Manners by Passion Pit
Is
time is near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By
There's Hollywood and the city by the bay
And the whole damn south down Louisiana way, way, way
That's the way, that's the way hey, hey in the USA
think not just why, if you ever eye with a nigga this fly
You better watch your mouth, you ain't that high
King of the south, you ain't that guy
They say
Whoa whoa whoa
Ladies and gentlemen
This, is a Jazze Phizzle, T.I. collaborangelle
King of the south, oh boy
Jazze Phizzle, T.I., Grand Hustle daddy
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
[2x]
[Verse 3 - Lil' Jon]
Yeah, hey, hey, hey
When the bull pimp come man I'm sloppy drunk
I done broke in the club it's the king of crunk
Let the 8-0-8
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
told her, I said it's cool, get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I told
told her, I said it's cool, get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I told
how you act
Now a bitch talking bout "fuck me"
Man, fuck that bitch
Ho keep telling you "trust me"
Man, don't trust that bitch
Coke Boys, South Bronx,
you act right
By the end of the night
You might get the candy
With the South Side boss Twist that spinach
Put fire on the end of the
Bitch and let me
You wanna know what trill is? Tell 'em Paul Wall
[Chorus]
I'm a survivor of the struggle, I live by the code
In the city where greed and envy
deep down south
Don't let one of these little emcees get lost on the wrong route
Catch a Mississippi Burning fuck that then catch an arson
Land mines,
[Zion]
Kumbia.kumbia... con zion....kings
La melodia perfecta...you know?
[Cruz Martinez]
No t konfundas sto s la neta(dat kuenta q sto s real)
No
[Zion]
Kumbia.kumbia... con zion....kings
La melodia perfecta...you know?
[Cruz Martinez]
No t konfundas sto s la neta(dat kuenta q sto s real)
No
down the block with the coke in the sock
Bandana out the pocket blues the only one we rock
South Side in the house don't ever forget
Pelons all around
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
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