Lyrics:
Playin' my position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Poisonous darts sickening, best believe
Finger itchin with two broke legs,
find my chair
Police popped my son for some pop rocks and a twisler
He back out now
He rocking crown now
Taught him the game got him a check
Las
fought with the strength of many men
A beast who bloodied the fields
In a bloodlust battle frenzy
His skin would shift and peel
His son would find him
about a thing
I'm here to love you
My kisses are your crown and I'm your queen
So now lay with me my king
I'm here to love you
Just lay your burdens
about a thing
I'm here to love you
My kisses are your crown and I'm your queen
So now lay with me my king
I'm here to love you
Just lay your burdens down
you're defeated now
The stone is rolled away
Our God reigns
Crown Him with many crowns
Soon every knee will bow
The stone is rolled away
Our God
Posionous darts sickening, best believe
Finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin
On mc's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip
before old age
I'm tryna run the tables like I'm playing spades
H-I-M is what I call myself
You know I cannot blame myself
I came in the game all by
the wrong thangs
That why I be all by my lonesome in my one lane
So tell that fucker I'm a grown man
And if he play me bout my money I'm a hit him for
steel, you a rock, shoulda never have descended
He gon feel many Chops to the Throat
When I grab him by the Jugulis, chucking the heavy blows
On my arc all
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
to the fade
(What?) leave him in bloody puddle
Then I dump him in a grave (Talk)
All you niggas really lame
You can't get with us (God damn)
Mikey kickin'
the lyric with unlimited stance
Words seem to zing on down to Beijing
When we touch down you crown renowned kings
There's no honor amongst thieves
Street
riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
The people that was in the truck with them told what happened (they told me)
He wanted that wet-ass pussy, she ain't give him none
She hurt Tory ego
riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
the dark
Took my chance
Built my ark
Split the water now I watch my crown fly
How many times did I wash away my sins
Demon demon times
It was just me and my
beneath
And knock off those who cannot compete
But want to act like they can fuck with me
It's OK-K-K like racial tension
"Dax nice, let's avoid him
stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches
I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em
Let's speak
a shiv tryna make him leak
I ain't got time for the beef with a neek
You're all talk till we finally meet kneel for the king Better fall to your knees
King
happened to Reason
He was touched by a God I gave him the plate now he eating (eat up)
I’m not some old bitter nigga name dropping ’cause I need them
I don’t
Chilling in millions
We're killing old visions
Iller than Satan's willing
I'm billing him for doing his bidding
Sitting on ribbons
A true villain, in
Dubbed by these trials and tribulations, more time I lose my patience
For him I hold way too many questions, pressure from blood relations
Relatives living
I in Illuminati
Beat twenty cases like John Gotti
White man fear a nigga with a free mind
And if you disagree tell him that he can free mine
Took
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