Lyrics:
Scarface
I just did it for my whole gang
Imma be the one in yo house leaving blood stains
Mama raised a king I ain't never been no cold case
Raised
a hidden agenda which, was to subjugate and conquer us.
This they started, by taking some of our people.
Especially, our warriors, kings, queens,
fit,
Like I’m made of the drip. (Oh, oh, oh, oooh)
And these VVS1 diamonds,
Don’t play with the kid.
Hoe, I’m good on the South,
And they hating that
la la
La la la la
Feeling like a king when I walked in
Came in drippin' with the sauce
Never lost
When I go outside, they know who I am
From the O'
Like Martin Luther King, taking one for a dream
I'm dope, too many fiends, live by many means
If you don't stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
the day is done
Hand in hand with the one you love
Feeling blessed by the magic of the moon above
And we sing
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
We're just
We lived like kings
We owned the night
We were like three wise men
With a pocket full of zen
Blinded by the light
We lived like kings
Wo oh
We lived
melon
He did his thing and was the king of the ring, undisputed
Started making noise but they tried to mute it
They put him through it
For him
Ahww, T-Raww, Young Kobe
I'm 24 nigga, Young Kobe
On 24's that's, Young Kobe
I'm king in LA, Young Kobe
Got white bitches like Young Kobe
Got spanish
the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt)
My jewels was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king
Chain bling
my sins forgiving
Cause the King of Kings has risen
I was stuck in a mental prison
Now I'm moving with precision
Was dead by definition
I'm alive
the drinks
Free 8-10 by 11 I'm the King
By 12 little bell in her head has start to ring
By the morning she gon' wake and she'll think it's all a dream
Then she
the thirty-two paths of wisdom and the three branches of Scripture
She has seventy crowns
The supernal King becomes crowned with most sacred songs of praise
mil' so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it's back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like
port
Qu'une ombre de la rue
You saw him yesterday when he passed you by
He was more than proud
The sky was full of him he looked so grand
One might have
ground
He fled the town
He went down South and crossed the border
Left the chaos and disorder
Back there over his shoulder
One morning he awoke in
at the dough
The more dough I get, its getting to folk
I'm going for the king with the crown
Get down or get it now
See goliath in the crowd, you know deebo
to peek at you
Respond with that wack fast shit
Then start singing the real south niggas influence you
Have some real niggas from the nawf side shoot at you
Quese, they ran in his house shot him dead (young king)
Just a youngin growing up in the south, don't know which way to go (ahhh)
Just a youngin tryna grow
that I live my life)
I just progress (Ooh La La)
That's why I am leaving with no stress
Mukhy Luther king, how I ride for my kin
Snowy ways, sunny days
Out in LA making plays like the dodgers/
Buffalo nigga doing my thang in the south/
Had a buzz in the streets before rap clout/
Feel disrespected ima
Smoking n' relaxing, getting high
in my villa
Just like Fu-gee-la
I'm not a killa'
More like Godzilla (Monster)
South America, Latino, Brasila'
Don't worry
mastered the way (Huh)
No taijutsu brodie fighting a case
Catch us luck less that's the reason we train
I've got a King by my side
Ace always down when we
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