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blue blood moon, lunar eclipse
I spit Israelite ambrosia from my lips
Pesach hip hop we sit atop with the/e gods
Bars upon bars, Kerrigan Nancy your knee

Freestyle

Capone

Hood Radio, Vol. 1

2003

much cash
I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stash
Like Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue tha?
Twenty two that,

know it... Yeah

Whole gang full of them shooters
Young niggas move when I say so
Hundred round clip, That's a movie
Real blue hundred in my bankroll

tiveres mais assunto....
Cala a boca...
Aqui ninguém pisa alguém, pra ter relevância no game...
Cala a boca...
Tenho o Boy King na back, depois de anos o

on that)
I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six, my nigga
(I stand on that)
I'll build my own empire to give to my kids, my nigga
(I stand

blooded, full throttle
Breathe deep inside the drum hollow
There's the hum, young man where you from?
Brooklyn number one
Native son, speaking in

now he's stuck slinging curse of his upbringing
No reward for these corner boys so he thinking he should be kingpin
To wage war on these whores by force

Welcome to Bucktown USA

Boot Camp Clik

The Chosen Few

2002

swerve
I stay focused and never let it weigh on my nerves
Back on the block where young thugs blast for they props
Trash the glock through a 100 yard dash

surrounded by
Two many funds Ima need an alibi
Posting them guns boy you better let it fly
Lot on the line everyday I do it die
You know it hurt to see your

Rapper Gone Bad

Mac Dre

Rapper Gone Bad [Bonus Tracks]

1999

[ VERSE 1 ]
I'm a young gifted and black mack, rap sweet like candy yams
And I make you put your fist up to your mouth and say, "Goddamn!"
Boy, I got

The next hour, the world is yours
Let's do it it's live? Already?
Cool, uh huh we're back on Westwood, bitch
Huh

Freestyle king, I'ma do my thing
Married

Yeah pandemic in the city (Woah)
Me and the boys still litty (Yeah yeah)
Chain like fifty (Woah)
Diamond they dance they jiggy (Yeah yeah)
Yeah

There's way too many young Kings out here,
Getting slain
How do I explain to my people, this evil
That's eaten so deep in their brain, their brain?

Ghanian

If you ain’t gettin money
Get the fuck up out my face hoe
Finna kill these beat yo
King Niiko mad wild and I got a big ego
Blue bills fallin outta my

If you ain't gettin money
Get the fuck up out my face hoe
Finna kill these beat yo
King Niiko mad wild and I got a big ego

Blue bills fallin outta my

a 40 cuz I just had a shoot out
Pretty young thang I'm just a d boy 
Use to ask for credit now they shop with me boy 
Rappers acting funny, why cuz they

ride, that's me, he'd die
He the kid with the J's and the Levi's
He'd mind, king and he'd sign
Murder everything and do it by design
He'd fly and he

pull up in a slab
Young OG, swag on GQ
Just flipped that QP
Dollar sign behind them two B's
I'm Crook Deez, I'm a king in my residence
Keep it low-key

I Don't Wanna Party Wit U

DJ Quik

Balance & Options

2000

trip nigga, it goes down
And when you see me in all blue, you gon' frown
But I'm bridgin' the gap, I'm rigid with rap
Money or respect bitch, I'd

a slab
Young OG, swag on GQ
Just flipped that QP, dolla sign behind them two Bs
I'm Crook Deez, I'm a king in my residence
Keep it low-key and get cheese

some Mary Jane
Niggas losing they self in this shit right here
Yeah they turn into Eddie King
Yeah i'm moving in silence I move by myself
Yeah

ni ho biom
If it ain't money nigga we ain't cool
And by the way I like the henney with the kali
So I holla at the landlord make e gbele me the key

hundreds them bitches is blue
I think me and Ben been catching the flu achoo
I swear I can't lose I can't I can't
I can't I can't  I can't 
I swear I can't

I was Fifteen |On a vinyl bench seat|That first time daddy let me drive |Grinding gears but all I could hear was|The King singing Blue Clear