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Ya boy back in a zone
Daughter twirling my crown, the king's back on his throne
Every summer I'm doing numbers the album its on
Straight facts

first deal, wasn't no mill
Barely had a dollar to my name and I was broke by day two
Doing all types of songs, they were jammin, don't get me wrong
But my

Song: Goddess
Artist: Brim Spliffs aka Johnny Warren Jr
Album: ILLUMINATION 



Hook

I done fucked around and hit a lick and got a Goddess
I’m so

nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why

Ya boy back in a zone
Daughter twirling my crown, the king's back on his throne
Every summer I'm doing numbers the album it's on
Straight facts

fucking stand it
Court fees, bought pleas, nigga where's your fucking manners
How you hatin' on us, but claim the king of NY?
These niggas ain't fit

Keep It 100

Bun B

II Trill

2008

fuck with a poppa then fuck around and hit a sister
I'm an underground king motherfucker call me Mister
Kilogram, Mr. Woodgrain, Mr. Brick,

and then head to the booth
On the climb to the peak don't hit my phone because I'm making moves
Yeah
Move in silence like a king cobra suprise competition

My President

Nas

The Recession [Clean]

2008

Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you

they left us in the bucket like some crabs to fight.
They beat us and shot us and hit us with clubs,
They cut off our hands and feat and left us with

it on me never putting the ink down
The king crowned
Yeah, here I go
Boutta crush ya whole album, fee-fi-fo
Like Akademiks or Feefo n'um
If you see me

to the King now he Simba lunch
I pull up on him with the work on me with the tools out like a pickup truck
You should know by now I don't give a fuck
Call me

be another mugshot with cold still eyes (Sandra Bland)
Don't be another name on a sign 
(Freddie Gray)
Don't be another reason we riot
(Rodney King

R.I.P. Ty-Ro may he rest in peace
He died 9 years ago when his album released
I'm not sure anybody heard it when it hit the streets 
It had a cute

The Souf

C-Note

I Need Mine

2007

What you know about the South, get on it
If it's money to be made, then I want it
A lick to be hit, so you know I'm gonna hit it
A dollar to be made,

I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's

Migo my family we got some unity
Believe in loyalty hit you with choppas
Fuck with the quarter be
We got more

on you with
A chicken like Papa Shango big chain
Skeleton bones dangling while I'm mingling
Now let's watch a flick by John Singleton
(Rest in peace)

Uh

Imma king, call me Chris Webber
I ain't even know the bitch, my album cover on her header
I drive my car down the road, ya boy a bike peddler
Even tho my

put the P on that hat
You get hit with the Eagle, roll a Philly to that
Now tell the world how you got your bitch
You FaceTimed Nicki while Safaree

homage
What is that shit all about
King's disease
Hard to move when you're suffering from gout
Everybody hit that bitch
You know this Neighborhood Shares

to the ghetto
N yeah welcome to the ghetto

Yo welcome to the ghetto
N yeah welcome to the ghetto



Now
Y'all should know by now
This
Album a classic
N
Shout out

to the ghetto
N yeah welcome to the ghetto

Yo welcome to the ghetto
N yeah welcome to the ghetto



Now
Y'all should know by now
This
Album a classic
N
Shout out

a few songs now I'm laying in bed and
All I can think is how my brain is shredded, hearing my album is something you've dreaded
Like Proof at The Shelter,

hit it
Big in this day and age
Who cares about me when I'm
Just having fun by playing
All this music that I'm making
For my friends and family
Walk up