Lyrics:
and got problems
Cops on my tail, so I bail 'til I dodge 'em
They finally pull me over and I laugh
"Remember Rodney King?" And I blast on his punk ass
to survive
looking over you shoulder you got to stay paranoide
now your king king of thieves
king king of thieves
best sleep with one eye open
ready to make
I am the king of the rappin' thing
But love, is really my game
And when it comes, to gettin' the finest chicks
I put all the other rappers
the big red light
Well it was all right
We gotta rock and roll tonight
And Bun E's on the ground
Goin' round and round
'Cause his baby's cut her jeans too
on every pilot
The city's my Metropolis, feel it, it's metabolic
And I'm over niggas sayin' they're the hottest niggas
Then run to the hottest niggas just
We all got guns, we all got dogs
We all gon' make that trip to the morgue
We all find it harder to see through the fog
We all know the difference
Pain will make you better
Tell me how you feel
Look over your shoulder
Time will make it real
Give me no excuses
I know how ya feel
Pain will
Alligator ritual turns out it was the visual
Proficient with the lyrical, a vision like a miracle
Damage all you mumblin' MCs rhyming 'bout decimal
You know what the fuck going on, man
You better strap in your set or it's gon' be a rough ride
It's the king, bitch
Just Blaze
No introduction
say much
But damn is he cool
Under it all just a self-made fool
Who invited Ricky
That part ain’t too clear
Tonight the boys will just play it by beer
strength like the new Trade Towers
I thought that I was over, my life got devoured
Now I'm on top and I pray for all the doubters
Time to shout it, sing
Ooh I promise not to do it again
I promise not to do it
You can't say I don't love you
Just because I cheat on you
'Cause you can't see all I
Respect the King
So you know you gone win
Shawn Carter
The King of New York
R-e-s-p-e-c-t
We flexing heavy on our way to the top
We getting money
February 1st, 1975's my birthdate
The player the B-O-I, was brought onto this Earth on Thursday
I think see, my cap I twist it back from all the dank
But
a minute, I'm still the king of the world so don't forget it
Queens Day, cash made on Hollis Ave
Q-B-O-R-O, nigga, makin niggas seem easy
Queens Day,
Here we go again, it's the game we love
Sheets all over the floor and they laced with drugs
You ain't play your cards right, you had the Ace
Part of the plan
It's the way these niggas talk man
They forcing my hand
I'm the same over beats
As I am on the streets
If I have to, I'll kill
reload
Dropping bombs off on Satan all temptation explodes
It's so glorious
My life with Christ victorious
Ride 4 the King til the E-N-D
Used to ride
neighbors, make all the noise you wanna make
Invite your friends over
Let 'em make their way through
The Benz's and the Rovers, 'fore they reach the door
underground like a slave
Im a oversees nigga 30 cash all pay
Put my cream on her face
Now she think it's Olay
Otay last king nigga gold on the gate
You niggas
February 1st, 1975's my birthdate
The player the B-O-I, was brought onto this Earth on Thursday
I think see, my cap I twist it back from all the dank
But
you)
Said it's all about you, (all about you)
Yeah, it's all about you, (all about you, all about you) (ay yo)
It been about me, I'm a king from the rip
played by the PA Made by the DA
And it’s in the game just like EA
You’ve gotta have fun when your in the pen
With the game over
Ain’t no motherfucker
burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwin' her over furniture (agh)
It's the return
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