Lyrics:
Brrt, boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw
Boaw, grrt, boaw, grrah, boaw (Woo)
Ik ben een king, ik ben een boss
Ik ben een leader (Uh-huh)
I didn't need ya, stripes but
rim size. That bitch damn near lop sideded
So many God damn hundreds that Ben Frank look cock eyed
Chillin with my nigga P.O.P.E. Don King and we in
I'm pulling out a hit
'cause I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullshit
Flavor Unit, it's time to attack the prey
So make way for hip-hop's green
on the shoulders of twenty thousand fiends
Every time a nigga wanna try and turn a profit
Folks rush in, three letters try and stop it
F B I R S D E A
One letter
automatic weapon spray
Niggas want to touch it see if it's real
Motherfuckers want to test with a gee and get let out
left on the floor of the club like
street fam, twitter team
Like you could fuck with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this
street fam, twitter team
Like you could fuck with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this
The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation
Distribution, New York, Chicago, L.A.
We gotta set our own market, and enforce it
to my husband, by the king.
The last time I remember seeing my ring was
before I took a bath today.
Arjun remained speechless,
without knowing what to do.
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
Joanna
You make me ting ah ling ah ling
But my name e no be 2 baba
Joanna
I been chasing you for ages
But you running like you mo Salah
I can't do
bro, Jackson
By the time you get home, you be hearing this
We be rolling and dog we gon' be
On our King of New York shit
Do the King of New York dance
the king bow down
And next time you get a cut
Make the barber trim the eyebrows down
My fans like, "Cass' you the best"
Damn right I was battling before
its done
I was 7 playing with guns
Shout out my dad
he taught me how to hunt
But this time i ain't shooting no pheasants
Man down he ain't going
You decide to keen your pride
I ain't waiting ain't got no patience
Raised by the Grove I ain't got an education
24 7 shawty fuck a vacation
chains to let my chest thrive
Let me neck shine
Okappi or a chain by your neck line
Next time I'ma let the Patek shine
For alota niggahs out here ain’t no
a bigger herd
Live a little birdy
No mumbling you heard it
Keep in line
And call me Berk
The Turkish God
Noone better in e-rappin
This fight was done from
I remember Bahamadia told me once, when she was rollin' around with Guru
That he rolled up on this wack MC and said,
"You cannot test the lyrical
I remember Bahamadia told me once, when she was rollin' around with Guru
That he rolled up on this wack MC and said,
"You cannot test the lyrical
The blade softly caresses his throat
The time it took, mistakes were made
Bloodstained aggression was doomed by blame
The open doors and the hands of hate
Now
piss test
(Uh, hold up, I don't think they got it
Lemme reiterate tim West, I said, I said)
Who's best? Him yes, Tim West spin this
Back 50 times like
a mile, then try to smile, reproached by all the rest
Faced by strife all walks of life, these kings they face the test
Finally, someone let him out of his
on 'em in Ray Bans in a gray van with a spray tan
It's a wrap like an Ace bandage
Don't-give-a-fuck persona
To my last DNA strand, E&J in the waistband
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