ass black out, or even pull your fucking head To make his whole crew believers You're harder than a bitch full of dicks But that don't be sounding like King
Maybe he wants to die for the money Maybe he wants to kill for his country Whatever he wants, he's gonna get it! Tommy gun You better strip it down for a customs
[Intro: DJ KaySlay] Aiyyo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King And for those of y'all that don't know I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name of Papoose
commitin' crimes clappin' cats Creepin' cashiers causin' characters comas cappin' crabs Chaos causin' Clearly commiting CILO cocaine capsule caps colored capturing customer
, nigga [Raekwon] Arm & Hammer boxes, we love foxes, leaning in the Tropics Blood money, boats is abnoxious Standing in the mess hall when, nose froze Posing like a king
the b***hes groovin' (Shake it ma) And won't you tell the DJ it's a Dipset intrusion (Thug game) Chorus (Fat Pat) Verse 5 (Mike Jones) I'm the king
get bread whether it's cold or hot And when we come through the city all the hoes gon' flock [Chorus] [Verse Three] Well it's King once again for the
thang Hey, do ya thang, hey do ya thang Hey, hey, do ya thang, hey, hey Fresh out the house, got the beat on suicide As I ride up and down Martin Luther King
' my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain My canary's is gleamin' through my angel wings They see me, hoes actin' like they seen a king With that mean
with Destiny, allow me to introduce ya Her little sister Fate told me I'm gon' be the future And legacy's everything to a Martin Luther King Koopa This
zones where the twilight be And every time I touch a mic It's Fright Night Part Three For every MC that wanna test and try In your custom made wears
neccessarily mean to be rude boo, check out the analoo We in the mushrooms, chased the high neck in the custom Baggy jeans, thick ropes God, sliding through customs
back on the block crumb snatchin Blowin backs in Cold-Blooded nine assassins, time for action, Johnny Unidas Handle that like arthritis Still, hold a golden touch like King
the sight of blood Cam, I mean I was being nice to him Okay i' get him Yo niggaz worship the ground I walk on I make mills of the tracks I talk on its king, KING
bungee jumping Hit the corner you hear me bumping Look at that cold grill and woman The trunks popped up, my music screwed and chopped I'm the undisputed king
You'll needs a boost Hooked like your sweet tooth On a lyrical fountain-head We'll learn sure the malnurished when I gets fed Puttin kings in check, only
Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog And he's a bad, bad Leroy Brown The baddest man in the whole damned town Badder than old King
he put me there in the back seat, and he said Jesus save me Jesus save me Inherited his father's hate that what he'd say And he custom of destruct