Lyrics:
today (No)
Tell a hater to get out the way (Move)
On my momma I didn't go a stray
But they're calling me King Of The Streets (Pow)
They're calling me King
a dopedealer dead left with all his diamonds
Killed by a private the hit was sanction by a tyrant
I move in silence just me and a firearm
Clearly I'm prepared
don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with us
See I'm backwards, I slap niggas and punch bitches
Just for
Bridgeport, I was brought up on Benham
Pitbull, I can tell him go get him (Grrr)
From the same street as Janice
My baby said I'm amazing and vanished
Shit
about you come show me
Street kids from LP
Spread panic when we're toasting
We already poking
Done all that smoking
We just aint boasting
Bad boy let me
that once a girl go Brooklyn no more soft dick will do
I'm so Rakim and Eric B
Bitches check out my melody
I might Slick Rick on a fella (Foul),
to lose me
The rules we go by, where I'm from, she don't know
When I say I'm goin' around the way, she won't go
(Hell no) C'mon baby, you aight with me
to lose me
The rules we go by, where I'm from, she don't know
When I say I'm goin' around the way, she won't go
(Hell no) C'mon baby, you aight with me
up in
New York my whole life i would
Go to the block and hang out with
My home girls on the weekend
And then Monday through Friday I was
Having
These are the tales, the freaky tales...
The tales that I tell so well...
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked
know what you're doing
Keep a rocking till you're
Rocking to your ruin love up, love up
I like big girls, I like small girls
I love the street lights
I
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
jumped out her seat
Snatched me up by my wrist and took me out to the street
She started grabbin' all over me kissing and hugging
So I shoved her away I
dumb dumb dumb
Girl you make me go
Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb
This kine love no be by play play
Na only your love way go come my way
Girl you make me
Got so many girls on speed dial
Got so many bitches on signal
The moment you’ll leave
They’ll be by
No joy for the streets
Man, I’m not smiling
Got
The tales that I tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just
need a red and green beam to handle the beef
You just need... a pair of timberlands and a pit-bull breed
Throw on a 50 beat and stomp them streets
No
about money fo these mufuckas talk bout me
Hoe I eat
By any means go hard for the bankroll in these streets
Im Bout that cash flow girl even when it
this girl walked up she said hi my name is Sheila
I responded by saying hello
she paid for my drink and then said let's go
20 minutes later things were
pistol gripper
Isn't a life for me
I'd rather grip mics and undo girls zippers
But not them ho girls, meet me after
The showgirls, but take it slow girls
with a moan
I said "I know there's no name
I said "I know there's no name
For what you go through
For what you go through
But how can you do it
or depend on me?
Can I roll on gold streets in my '57;
Let me know, can Mexicans go to Heaven?
The other day I spoke to the Reverend,
To see if he'd say that
jumped out her seat
Snatched me up by my wrist and took me out to the street
She started grabbin' all over me kissing and hugging
So I shoved her away I
These raps are pitbulls sick em having fits to go get em
These metaphor bite you been forbidden by a lyricist
Spitting you don't get it this mind
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