King Kickin' it with the Kings take a whiff of weed and women we for wicked things Dang choices Bang ?hoyvis? From the back of the bus you hear strange noises Here we come
it's sink or swim, you got to think to win And if I drink this here Everybody will know it 'cause I ain't going for it So pray to the lord that I don
't know where they get it from You want to project all your problems And murder every way to solve them Would Jesus Christ come back American? What if he's Iraqi and here
they stilettos With their tongue rings, doing tricks, sippin' on Amaretto Fire pon a fosse-man a bad man truss me Not a homophobic, just a man who loves pss Come here
save yourself someday. Don't cross the line just walk away Cause this is Massari baby and I am here to stay. Should all hell break loose and come
in They'd heard that heaven it was vastly over-rated The weather here was warmer, and drinking was allowed And they thought they'd see us come back here
repeat the letters Murder I-N-C fucka, we go together, Lord When you see the pink hair the Inc. here Fuck - we can do it mixtape or dubbed And by the underground bastards, appeal to the masses Style like Jackie on asses, come
's, flyin again Usin my name you a passenger, so keep silent E's what you're listenin to!Def Squad The crew of 2002!Brand new year The Funk Lord is here
on Jesus, high on Jesus I believe that He was here in town Flying high on Jesus, high on Jesus I?m so high, I?m never coming down One man buys a nickel
care about no money got props in it Flippin, scripts with every letter in the alphabet Wanna jump jump and jingle your rump rump Here to pump punks with
My road in life ain't easy cause I'm complex You know the real, nigga turnin these fake hard niggaz to grasshoppers cause f'real here comes the realest
Here comes the action Here comes at last Lord give me a reaction Lord give me a chance You should follow me down In satellite towns there's no color
D I see the Kingz winnin', thought it was over, it's the beginnin' Underground, we run the South, diss me, I'ma bust your mouth I don't run, I come
off me spent like Charles Barkley so bitch Don't start me, who's that click use to be mobbin' in my hood Beware, here I go, get that boy good, come like
d sprinkle me with growing dust green for to grow I'd leave here running 'cause walking's too slow I see your face and know you oh watch how the light comes
ready for whatever's next My road in life ain't easy 'cause I'm complex You know the real, nigga turnin' these fake hard niggaz to grasshoppers 'Cause f'real here comes
were these neighbors of mine They tried to make the Lord save your mind Came knocking on my door one morning around six I told them where to stick their crucifix Come
, now old and sick Instead of holdin' my dick, here's a better way Never mind me, worry 'bout your medicate Shits so unfair, nigga beefs carried your ass your whole career Wanna blog? Here