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John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit

Wins and Losses
More money on my mind
I got to get grafting, i need more profit
Stabbed in the back by paigons
Should've known better that ain't

Top of the chain, no stain on my fresh
Back in the gym working on my chest
Send me a pack let me know by text
When I'm out of town don't need that

labere kere
Mogbe ina wole
Mode gbe ina woju eee
Woni mo be nii woni mo to ni
Colo ni mii wo oni fe we jumbo e
I'm a beast and I'm a king
It's gonna be

like Kevin Gates
Nevertheless my life sweeter than Kiwi tea
Never shot a gun
But my lines will blow your mind like E V E
DTP get back on my Ludacris flow

another king
them call result since who wan know whether you vote
write your name goat chop money long throat
na gun be tools no be high tech books
come who

and guns and weed out
Y'all know what i be bout
ah really i came for it all
I was going little by little going piece by piece
ct the same time trying to do

they come get em by the cuatro
Tell me what cha know bout sliding down in a hot box and the tank on E (Yeehh)
Used all the gas and 12 hit the lights we

Jubilee

Souljahz

The Fault Is History

2002

you answer to the same King that I do
Shoot one at Him and catch five back inside you
So put your guns away, sheath your swords
Heed the force let it

by the gun. D.J. at the party ain't played one hit,

best slap the D.E.G., put the fade on it. Even before the song is done,

she want the giddy off

Ayyye yo 
Ayyye yo yo 
We been burning mirrors now 
We gun have to go straight to the town
Even if I have to pound 
I’m going off so fuck the ground

Took a bitch to the Ritz Carlton
I'm so
Ye-e-eh

Took a bitch to the Ritz Carlton
I'm so elegant
Pull a chair out from my bitch
I'm a gentleman

Stephen King 
Treat all my guns like they some artist
My favorite chopper love to sing to me 
Let a n*gga disrespect me 
Its gone teach your a*s a melody

groove like Kuzco
The big dog did it in the booth like Cujo
And josh locked me in and hid
The keys to the studio
Been left behind by some people
But it's

Questions (Game Show)

Shystie

Diamond in the Dirt

2004

to sell crack to put clothes your back

Look don't stereo type me because I'm from the ghetto
I ain't buss no guns or drive by's so just settle
Shit what

there's no tangents
Sniper mode hit targets
Alien this that Ben 10
Off this world I'm on cloud 10 (ten)
And I man dem posts so well
This that Mr. Petr Čech

streets 
They told me 
eLVy You The God 
I told them 
I already know 
I ain’t no king 
But I’m taking over the thrown 
The devil trying to talk 
But I told

a flame, throw up, but you know that I be flamin' shit
Best believe by yourself, you got your life or will we take it
I ain't got this gun for nothin', run

Y-N-R-N-E-O 
(Yeah that's that flow) (Yeah that's that flow) 
(Yeah that's that flow)(Yeah that's that flow) 
Yeah (Yeah that's that flow) Yeah (Yeah

My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance

Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them

make them drink
Just think
Two kinds of people
E a loaded gun to your face and you dig it
Where's my water
I mean well but I'm livid
Clocked in ready for

she find out half the shit we did she gone go cry and tell
Niggas I call brother talking bout me but im king cobra
And i might be loaded when you see me

grace
John Snow in the cold
I'm the king of the gate
Zone for the dome
Cause I'm breathing an eighth
Won't play with my food
Let me season the steak

doing to much by far 

Without L.O.V.E. 

It's O.V.E.R. 

Accept G.O.D. 

King's and Queen's

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I'm here to lift Him up 

Jesus

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