Lyrics:
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I give the moon light
And fry the sun
Better move right
End up by god and son
You know the code live by the gun die by the gun too
Show em my
what you want
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I never knew, niggas had a clue
On who was the king of the street
More deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under
When you enter the harsh and
Rugged lands of Illy Philly
It was a quarter to one, friday night
Loaded up the guns, jump on the horn
Called up my son
to be
The one that everybody follow cause Who leading me, who leading me
You only hit me for your problems That's a leech to me, that's a leech to Me
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue,
gazelles don't lean on my nose
Drivin' by the clubs gleamin' and go
Heads turn it's a freak show
I need them to know When will they learn
Nas need a queen
and shoot up who's present
I jump off a roof and I go cut the tether
W A T E R
I be drowning your Mother and Auntie & Father
I run your ass over in Dodge
and wrestle we can hop inside the ring
Ima jump off the top and Ima show her who the king
Swanton bomb deep into the ocean Aqua Man
Bang Bang
Ima let her do her
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
the dingers
Pop them doors man turn to a sprinter
We had the whole of BG flaming
Gun feds asking who pulled that trigger
Free my bros boxed in on the wing
I
Hold on, who's that?, spin back, jump out, back that, two sword on my back
Deathstroke, don't test your luck
F*ck this talk, the P's come first, .44
Smugglin', doin' things from handin' a gun, is what they fearin'
Bodyguards and hit men like some Al Capone shit
Heavy artillery got the cops on my dick
the limits
Now you crossed the line
Put two x in your eyes
Now I’m livid
Shivers down your spine
Every time you take a step outside
Cock my gun as ya drive by
living in bliss, I can hear it in my soul
Aye aye aye
Who tryna fuck with Fashodie?
I'll put your ass in a coma
Or lay you down in a coffin like my name is
we'll meet again
By the gates of Hades
Those who fell, we'll always remember
In the tempest of blades
Feel the thunder
Of the guns shaking ground
Who’s king of the jungle?
Who’s down for the rumble?
Call shots in the huddle
Cross game you in trouble
Hit hard for the fumble
Let em watch
I ain’t done
snuff money with all of my mics
Or we can brawl it out and take his life
By taking his gun, no problem
Just make sure we eating when we on the run
we gun it gun it straight inside, or risk being caught by the beams of light
1, 2, 3:15
Heading downstairs for my afternoon tea
Sitting on the couch in
Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Only day 1s by my side
So its crazy how a nigga gotta question who he riding with
But niggas change and flip like a light switch
Damn my nigga he dun
Teach 'em early on, early as they can be
And maybe they can go further than me
Comin' from a city where bullets
Turn bro's into souls
Who knew from
Too much goin' on at one time, I'm dumb high
Seen in the peripheral, he jump tryna run by
His man in a whip, threw the clip and my gun back
Piece
a criminal always been pivotal
Taking my shot fuck who crowding my lane
Might spray at your dame
Nigga tried stealing my drip and got drained
King of the hill
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