Lyrics:
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
worldly gifts
He will provide as long you do too
But don't do shit with your life and he won't do shit for you
Stay true
Make sure all your leaps faithful
understood again
King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail (fail)
You 'bout to make me go postal for fuckin with my mail (mail)
Yeah, you got
understood again
King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail (fail)
You 'bout to make me go postal for fuckin with my mail (mail)
Yeah, you got
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No be by power o
Yeah Yeah eee
VERSE 2
Shout-out to my nigga
Wer dey stand by me
Support me
Keeping me company
You be King for the area
Wer
together like every several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but
together like every several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but
at the door waiting trying to cease
Your faith
Trapping harder never stopping at
Attacks and trusting God for victory
Never fails
Scripture never fails
It
that's just a part of who I am
I'm Italian, I can't help it, we love talkin' with our hands
Had to conjure up a plan, launch a monster from a man
Your
of religion, stay on track and don't get lost
If religion is a way of life, then embody the scriptures
Don't be led astray from rationale by specifics, or your
I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
You wanna battle? Swing
I bring commandin' men like I was king
In all your dreams
Niggas say the west ain't winnin', I'm just tryin' to find the proof
Speakin' of Proof, I'm 'bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your
Niggas say the west ain't winnin', I'm just tryin' to find the proof
Speakin' of Proof, I'm 'bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your memory
Niggas say the west ain't winnin', I'm just tryin' to find the proof
Speakin' of Proof, I'm 'bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your
y'all bit 'em up
For that now stick 'em up
Ten Four good buddy Tone got his money up
Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what
Ya'll staring
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
of the few emcees you could really get bars from
He represented real rap from real New Yorkers
My condolences to your wife and your two daughters
Kings
Rolling Stone called me the most open-minded redneck on the block
'K, but I ain't the first good ol' boy to mix country with his rock
See, I grew
the mics, a bunch of Eric Andre's
Added Azlo to the mix, now we're serving up the entree's
We get it poppin' in this bitch for the padres and madres
Tal vez
the entrees
We get it poppin' in this bitch for the Padres and Madres
Tal vez en otra vida
I'm smoking on some country grown with little red hairs that's word
drafted
We just have to be apart for a bit
It could be harder than this
Yeah!
Look!
Before you know it I'll be by your side
Caught in the storm the seas are
hope your soul make contact
Took a trip to the Calabasas for the pack ain't come back
100 proof ain't only thing I got
The whole city, I run that
You
in a second, Ron, open their eyes
Open Your Eyes don't you see what's going on
Find out for yourself, not just from this song
Empower yourself, don't
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