Lyrics:
for a hit
Bitch you're making me sick
Trying match with the queen mean
More than a dub
I'm the kinda bitch that freebase in the club
Wanna, test my
producer name is Soundwave and he
Gives me beats by the batch
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood
My
Oh I'm waiting by a phone
For the blessed ring
Like a holy grail
For a fisher king
Time is ticking down
Like a metronome
Rhythm for my brain
deletion by my hand
My brodie got a drum but he not in the band
I need that bread in my account as soon as I land
I need her knees to buckle as soon as I
niggaz be wildin
Hey (BUCK) hey (BUCK) hey (BUCK) hey (BUCK) hey
[Krayzie Bone]
Awwww shit, guess who just stepped in the club
Them niggaz that don't give
the paper
Wintertime, drop the top, flex on all the haters
I'm in love with diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring
Love to spoil myself, I by myself
the crowd screaming!
I am the king, the main
Attraction (What?)
You're just jealous, Jermaine
Jackson (Yea)
Bottles steady pouring, champagne
In action
JUMP, JUMP, JUMP, JUMP
When we pull up the pub getting dubs
We going make them JUMP, JUMP, JUMP, JUMP
When we're in the club, we get so turned up!
We
ride behind the wheel
of the 300 and put the dub deuces in the grill
You think you can't get killed? Me neither
That's why we almost forced to keep
Notorious is glorious in the sack
Hit skins from the back
Put my thumb up in the ass crack
Brooklyn freaky nigga with the most stuff
I’m Jesus pops,
The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid
And the marshals and cops get the same
But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like
Streets in here with me
Bloods down south, guns in your mouth
Eat these fuckin' bullets
And shit them bitches out
I'm talkin' Blood nigga shit
Menace what
he lay low
BOW
They hate to wanna give me the crown
Top 5 Top 5
Dub-Z Dub-Z Dub-Z Dub-Z Dub-Z
They hate that I'm the king of the town
Top 5 Top 5
Faith in each other backed up by Luke
Chorus
[We are]
[Ghetto Style]
[Perched in the South]
[The king of the ghetto]
[The man, not a myth]
Verse 2:
Play me up in the club
Got a brand new Mercedes, for my lady
But seem me I'm on dubs
In a Bentley (?) that come out the garage
On the side of a grand
fa sho we got them hammers cocked
Look at all the dimes sweat us, they comin' by the flock
Look at the lil' hater over there, got him hot
Seen him
The 45 King keeps the beat and the time while I
Rock to the rhythm and keep it blowing out
So don't try to turn me inside out
Latifah is the name you
Lil, momma know I like my kisses down low
Me, Nicki M, I got too many wins
Pull up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like
around the edge
nigga if you tryna get fed you in the red
eat you up beat you up
If that don't work heat you up
Now you wearin' white
around the edge
nigga if you tryna get fed you in the red
eat you up beat you up
If that don't work heat you up
Now you wearin' white
deep
Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the beat
'Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should have bought an ounce, but you copped a dub
at police
Some of the homies feel opposition can't kill me
I'm a walking obituary, death live in me
I take life through the pen, by the way I'mma see
Got them Forgiato wheels steady tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Evisu jeans
Take a dub, get some 'Woods from the store
play for keeps
Today I hit the gym but I'm flexing two times a week
After that go get wit king tubby and kick my feet
I don't got the time but you steady
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