Lyrics:
We independent, dunn we Infamous Mobbin
G.O.D., Nitty and Twin in
The Ill Will Bravehearts, L.E.S. millennium
[Nas]
Yo blow faces, fo-fo blazes,
she gave me a chance
But i was thinking too much with my head i was too lustful
Look in the mirror you know you a king you bet not be doubtful
I couldve
the field doing my thing im tryna put my name up with the greatest
See me out in the field going hard you can blame that on ambitions
Been a ghetto kid since
Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin', Amar'e
A nick' sold in the park then I want in
What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you clown
in sector 6 yes y'all
and it's good to be here
when we landed up on lex
stirrin up the ground with the sound of doug e fresh
and the hard rockin kids
restoring the feeling, you probably owned
Once or twice, in this lifetime
But now the Kings alive, aligned
Reconstructing ghetto streets, filled wit platinum
a clip hecklin cops the hoover king
Ba da bing by the dingaling natural hoover
Ving rhames with a vision clearer than visene
Asian from Beijing
Money
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
in the city of stars is gettin hard
And it's odd, for a G to get a job
so I'd rather steal and rob, and mob with my squad
My homie used
on the rise I put the three by my eyes Them demon be up in disguise made in his image and likeness that make me GOD I pray for the mothers that cried I pray for
shit cost
Raised by the pits and them rots we the mothafuckin big dogs
If it aint Pac Snoop or Dre
You ain't sold more than me and King Lil G
In the last
the prognosis: drugs, guns, and ounces of Gold fish
Fly reefer out-town, bitches is stone six
And birds back in 18 and played C.R.E.A.M
Gray beam, it's lean new
I'll take you first to heaven
Stab you until it's 7 make sure e reach if you never die at 7
I Take it up to eleven
The fucking King I ain’t no fucking
break necks every time I drive by
Skrtttt
I pull up (I pull up) (I pull up)
In some shit that you only seen in the movies (Ay)
A baddie beside me
Ooh she
don't recognize we been using it wrong
So I'ma break it down and put my game in a song
N-E-G-U-S, say it with me, or say it no more
Black stars can
Check Yourself by T.O.N.I.C
I'ma be the first one (one), to break the walls.
In the ghetto, I'm the great one (one) to make the call.
I'm in
disaster to evil factors
Demonic chapters, shall be captured by Kings
Through the storms of days after
Unto the Earth from the Sun through triple darkness
it's all over
My car odor smell like raw doujah
I'll burn gas like car motors ayy I
(AI) crossed over but play my role in Philly
I've been (Ben) on point
M-E-L-O-D-I-E on the mic check
Well I'm up in your face like the wind from a blizzard
Got my wrap around your throat, like you're chokin on a gizzard
If
really wasn't
Mind playing tricks like concussions
Rappers turnt ghetto boys all of a sudden
Butterfly effect like Ashton
Leaves butterflies in your
Then flee the county
Country to Country
Come see the Nazi from the refugee
All Star in the clup pay the V.I.P.
Show me love BCC in
disaster to evil factors
Demonic chapters, shall be captured by Kings
Through the storms of days after
Unto the Earth from the Sun through triple darkness
about respect?
I'll put your bitch in check, and I'll bet
You won't run up, son of a punk and a bitch, too
I shoulda did a drive by on you and your
(Damn, Ben Marc shot this too?)
Cash rules everything around me
C.r.e.a.m., get the-get the-get the-get the
Get the-get the-get the-get the money,
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