Lyrics:
King tee:
I'm the man that'll bust dat ass, i'm the man that'll bust dat ass
J-ro:
Naw, i'm the man that'll bust dat ass, i'm the man that'll bust
Im slidin out ger ribs
And she tell me tha rest
But i tell her whatever
Next time i drop by ima leave you a letter
Sayin weezy baby no one could do it
beep you later I can call you later
Cam: Alright Alright
[Cam]
Ay Yo you got ta undastand
I'm like a food to tha world
'cause I'm friends wit ya man
of Atlanta's throne
(I'm tha King)
If ain't want no trouble leave, shit, shoulda left the man alone
It's been seen, shown and evident Atlanta's known
Tha King
Gang
Gang
It's two timez
Fuck up the city she come by tha two
Ain't no discussion don't play by tha rules
Giving her knowledge like she still in
of my niggaz talking in D-Town mackin' and hustlin'
Multiplied by Chi then milwaukee came up for tha fuckin' at 10,
Hut 2-3-4 for and tha rollers lace
I'm sending my dawg to tha liqour store for tha bluntz to roll
Only tha Lord can tell who dies
So pick up tha puzzle and pieces and put it together my
faster whut makes you tha leader
See if, we all drop truth bombs and author it y
Is split decisions made by man make man made decisions split wide
Open
on me
All the times He saved me
I'm supposed to be gone man
I'm Up In Tha Air
I'm Up In Tha Air
I'm Up In Tha Air
I'm Up In Tha Air
I'm Up In Tha Air
I'm
nothing but a man
You want to keep it clean but you can't
Why it gotta be, like, that
And what the life, see life is like a J shot
Shooters son, they
Tha Life Complete Every
Single Mission By Tha End Of Night.
I'm Programmed To Get It Wake Up & Chase It ,
Neck Froze & So Is My Bracelet,
But Fuck
popped out
I seen it all
Niggaz stretched out by tha corner store
Life no more
Dont think small im getting focused
In tha crib writin rhymes while im
or a man?
I really don't care ta stand but Fifty you gon' get shot again
by the M-U-R-E-D-R INC, I'm tha rappa that sings,
totes guns an' blades. An' these
go and get it
im sublime
Mind so vivd
Haven’t reached my prime
No lines omitted
Stone tha goat Admit it
Highly acclaimed by tha critics
But it
never fiendin' catch us and a schemin'.
We'll drink fo' tha way yallz are breakin' me pan. (Hey, man.)
We born to tha weed, it would grow,
Didn't know
offened by this
Grown man havin babies, spendin money on weed
Knowin god damn well they got mouths to feed
See I call that a nigga, that's some ignorant
mean? that's a fact
Feudal Lord, not a word, that I throw around (Huh?)
When I'm in ya town, shut tha city down (Shut it down)
With tha microphone, I can
(Been implied)
Hit you once leave you cockeyed (Cockeye)
Win tha race that's by landslide (Run it)
From tha South Chicken Popeye (POP POP)
Way out in tha
But nigga fuck what you goin through this 2-0
And by tha time I'm 17 if I ain't in tha pin
I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin again
Ridin,
soldiers,
And all our ones that still runs with they guns,
In the field you know what I'm sayin?
This dedicated to ya'll man,
Hold it down,
U.S. mother
and ah schemin
We'll drink foe tha way yallz are breakin me pan (hey man)
We born to tha weed it would grow
Didn't know tha Bone'd grown some
Buckaz gon'
OR U WILL WONDER HOW U FELL DOWN
IF U WANNA B LIKE ME ON THA TOP
SO B MAN RAPPA N LISTEN 2 HIP-HOP
HIP-HOP IZ MUZIC THAT I´M LISTEN 2
SO D CIDE MA MAN
gon' shine
Come follow me, I'm tha man on east 1999
Five playaz show to introduce to you
Have a party, cheat me, everybody see that we humble people
man
See me whippin on the freeway, the LBC way
On the three-way with ?J-Wide? and pack
Hell yea, I'm riding with Mack
Mack 10 outside all night
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