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Don't talk too loud, you might find yourself missin
Look into my eyes, all you see is will to survive
By any means, retreatin
From Maracanda and Sogdiana in the North to Ghandara in the east the gedrosian desert in the South kingdom of a thousand cities, now lies in
California let
Me see those hands
South Central we don’t stop
East LA we won’t stop
Jay rock, K Dot nigga piss yo pants
(where we from) California let
Me see
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South Philly through my arteries
Thought the dark one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched
{Let's do it}
Okay, Jazze
We in the motherfucking building, dip set bitch
I heard my man T I was the motherfucking king in the south
Well you know,
South Central L.A., bleedin' in jeans (Am I a Blood or a Crip?)
Wakin' up the next day in breathin' machines
Flashin' back to being shot and repeatin'
South Central L.A., bleedin' in jeans (Am I a Blood or a Crip?)
Wakin' up the next day in breathin' machines
Flashin' back to being shot and repeatin'
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
Phantoms of his bloody past
The glorious days of old
Horizon fringed with flame by night
Kingdoms bound for gold
The red tide drove the rogues of war
Dirty Bastard]
Yo! Met this bitch by the name of Subie
She was a bad bitch, she had a big ol' booty
She got me setting up when I went to the projects
noon and night
But these days it just keeps on passing me by,
I know you don't feel like making this journey, but you know that time is on my side
I
to this deep south heat
Our bodies full of scars
Infinite blood to bleed
Our presence stops your heart
And leaves you six feet deep
Fall to your
I will dance I will sing
To be mad for my King
Nothing Lord is hindering this passion in my soul
I will dance I will sing
To be mad for my
nigga prolly a drug dealer
She say that she love him, but never post his picture
Yeah, I could tell by the way that she twerk
She from 'round here I
La lala la la lalalala
La lala la lala
La la la la
La lala la la lalalalala
La lala la lala
Fufufu
Shu dubi du dudu
Shu dubi du dududu
Summer
the couch spring
Made millionaire, I'm a South side king (ooh)
The sun came out (the sun came out)
I went and bought a drop top (yeah)
Party
Deep in my heart, please, I'm crying for forgiveness
Allah U Akbar, I fall to my knees for forgiveness
Branded by the steel iron, bullets flying
Gold in my mouth like Florida home
Million dollar check I want Florida home
King of this shit hold up that shit crazy
Move back south cause that shit
the vault
Oh! New syl-la-la-bles, eat ball, you fuck-offs
Your house, your bitch, I'm getting sucked off
East, South, Midwest, even up North
Falling
saluthwal' usizi, we-ma (We, madoda)
Sake sakubona, sakubeletha, thina (Beletha, thina)
Sake saluthwal' usizi, we-ma
Step-by-step
Step-by-step, there comes
to the west
They all think that they're the best
Look to the south or look in the east
Nobody loves his enemy
They all got cheated by the rest
No forgiving soul
of unseen
The power past the comprehension that controls all things
The battle fought by good and evil is a real contest
It is the outcome of the struggle
I feel a prisoner as the hand
A drunken king in a breaking land
Stuck in the south, stuck in the room
Stuck in castle that will be my tomb
I crave
Call me either one...
God or a king, you gon feel this wrath
Towards everything
I'mma make sure you say it - God or a king
Blessings all blessings
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