Lyrics:
heart of a king
Turn my voice up
Ayo, the brother's Stillmatic
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll
heart of a king
Turn my voice up
Ayo, the brother's Stillmatic
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll
Bitch im invincible[00:12.51]Looking so miserable[00:13.27]Coming at me[00:13.89]And ill do the unthinkable[00:14.73]Feel like aizen[00:15.45]Im in
these be the charms
Sheba, King Tut suite at the Khalifa
Tied to a chair getting burned by cohibas
A well dressed thug who run clubs in the Koreas
grandma to a fish spa center
Where the little fishes eat her dead skin
Only 45 Pounds what I generously spent her
It was definitely cheaper than a cemetery
at the chest up.
Then shoot at they head. If they vest up.
My ak-45 and 9 milli cocked backed.
You bout to run, squeeze of a button,
will make yo head drop back.
could ever experience
Count me in
Sound of a .45 bussin' that's how I'm killin' shit
Count me in
Sit back and let 'em expose who they really is
Count
Turn up your 45's, bring back to life
The sound and vibe of yesterday
Open your mind, enjoy the ride,
Live out tonight and grab that Soul Train
what it is (yeah)
SN1 (come on)
Yo we in the ends now (yeah)
Yo, Giggs (we here)
I'm with the gang and it's hazardous
Gang signs, .45s and big
played as a king holding a beam with a .45 that was really curse
Of course the grandpa was the killer first
And his father was the one to put in work
Roy
Mars[00:36.46]But the story just change hand[00:38.45](Oh nah)[00:39.09]I can't believe that I am still here[00:40.40](Oh nah )[00:41.18]Cos every time that i dream
leads my way[00:50.45]I ve taken a bow[00:51.26]To serve the King[00:52.18]Who pleads my cause[00:52.95]For a richer course[00:53.89]You adopted me into
a .45
Thought he was fly, I just added a halo
He up in heaven, because I don't play bro
Nigga was trippin just ruined my day so I ended his life with
faster nigga
On your block, I been sellin' hard to the white people
Big 4-5 got hands, it can fight people
Put her on the blade, she makin' pape cause her
I sold my soul to rock 'n' roll, when it didn't cost a thing
Stacks of scratched up 45's and taught myself how to sing
What does it take to be
Imma king so I go
Yeah
I know what I know
Manifest your life and just watch how that shit grow
Hear the dings there they go
Yeah
That's just how you
Bitch you know exactly what I got
You knew exactly what I thought
45 caliber straight to your
Bitch you know exactly what I got
You knew exactly
ass
I'm pressin' the gas
My niggas on go
He got a 4/5
He got a 2/2
He got a 4/4
I'm right at ya throat
Game in a choke
You bout to choke
I'm
rather kill my mother
45 On the block know we ride
Only got real niggas by side
Know shit get real on the east side
Stephen King with the choppa leave em
they terrible
Had to homer on water like ariel
You just got a glock with extention
And you keep f**king these b*t*hes
Yea yea yea
Street n**ga we came
Sound off
schools out 45
5 tricks before 6
Dope comes really soon
The king of love is on the moon
( all them a oh's again...)
be the king punk ass nigger in ma eyes ain't gonna win
I could see this mother fuckers do the same thing while the killer crime legendary everlasting
to give you a prime example
Where my gangstas at? Where my dimes at?
Where my nickels and dimes at?
45's Mac 10's and nines at?
9 times out of 10 half
Ahww, T-Raww, Young Kobe
I'm 24 nigga, Young Kobe
On 24's that's, Young Kobe
I'm king in LA, Young Kobe
Got white bitches like Young Kobe
Got spanish
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