Lyrics:
you ready?
Can you dig it?
They say I been the best on the low huh
Why he's so underrated, that's been your question before huh
I was destined
opps that we gon' die about this shit
I come from a place where niggas die about a diss
You ain't in the hood so we can't slide by your strip
Cookin'
might trip
Yeah
I can see her callin' me late at night talking bout boy I need that hit
Yeah, J-E y'all
Don't make me make you lose your composure
might trip
Yeah
I can see her callin' me late at night talking bout boy I need that hit
Yeah, J-E y'all
Don't make me make you lose your composure
go home!" is an order, so you must use the ...?
(lifts Brian by his hairs)
B: The ... imperative.
C: Which is?
B: Ahm, oh, oh, "I", "I"!
C: How many
Black diamonds, Black History Month, turned to Martin Luther King overnight
I was just rollin' the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my
are Kings
We are Kings
Kings Kings yea
When you scared at night I gotchu
Learn how to fight I gotchu
Learn right from wrong I gotchu
How to be strong I
could never forget the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was broke
Workin at Burger King, hustlin dime bags
correctly
A lot of suckas would like to forget me
But they can't
'Cause like a champ
I have got a record
Of knocking out the frauds in a second
(Hit-Boy)
(G. Ry got me)
Ayo, Hit-Boy, man
I need to roll up some of that fronto you got, man
I be seeing you smoking
Yo, how that I.E. weather?
the price of life
I know how much it’s worth
I know what I know and I know it well
Not to ever forget until I
Realized I didn’t know shit
Big Boy, what’s up?
the one to blame
Ay, I know I don't understand
Just how your love can do what no one else can
Got me looking so crazy right now, your love's
Got me
the hell i keep on flowin
On, they wonderin how i've lastin long
It's the bong that i smoke, by the palm wit don
Aow, that make ya wanna sing
I knock ya ass,
can’t see me
I’m sunk in the seat
Clutch my hammer close, I’m controlling the V
And love the cities on both the coasts
But still repping the East, yeah
and I forget everything
Ohh-oh, mamma mia, here I go again
My, my, how can I resist ya?
Mamma mia does it show again
My, my, just how much I've missed ya
will forget him for he made me what I am
Though he may be gone memory lingers on
And I miss him... The old man
As a boy he'd take me walking
By
that it's tilted 'cause you're guilty, too hard to guard
It's not you're trying too gay, you're trying too hard
How hard can your guard be, I say was
I got your girl eatin' exotic dick
Anthrax pussy, the minks, whiskey king
Wrote my name on her face, yeah, yeah, kush me
Elevation keep the arm
the mic
Can't forget about the O's that I got, and the Rolls in the spot
Y'all know I'm still here right?
How you gonna take a old song, been around so
Sueleen, tell me a secret Sueleen
You shouldn't be hidin' things away from me
Don't you know I'm king jealousy
And I can't forget the snapshots
York, you'd be mad?
If I said I'm the king of L.A., you'd be mad?
Nigga at, told him, "Don't even ask"
Can a dead body jump out of a bag?
No monitor
and to the seven
I once was told that all Doggs go to Heaven
Well, how ya been? Where ya been and what it look like?
My game trump tight especially when it bump
the man, now nigga you can
Forget about it
Hit you with this gat in my hands, then I smile and
Forget about it
You hear the shot it's too late, ain't gon'
be capping with a big gun
Run up on it if you want it, then you bite the big one, yeah
Uh huh, can you deal with it, D-E-V-I-L
[Chorus: x2]
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