Lyrics:
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
What’s happening y’all? It’s
Terrace Martin, ay, so check it out
I got three microphones, three of the
Dopest emcees, a drum machine
Two turntables
the bank
Watch me walk like King
I'm an icon eyes on me
Call me when you get cash 'cause I ain't got time to wake on your dream
I'm that nigga every nigga
the bank
Watch me walk like King
I'm an icon eyes on me
Call me when you get cash 'cause I ain't got time to wake on your dream
I'm that nigga every nigga
When I spit they salute OJT
When I rhyme I bring thunder OKC
We the kings of the game RAP
Brought to you by yours truly DJayZee
You niggas rap like
sweet from the
Thighs to the cheek
Sex on the beach
Check the size of my meat
Call me the butcher
Ludacris King Ding-a-Ling
Sheet smusher
Sweet
Sleeping alone
Booth with a table
Think I'm on like round three
Whether or not
I really want this
Wasted time means wasted me
Wanna be free
Wanted
years 'bout enough, time to come back
They want to call the bluff
Ok then, time to come back (what up)
Hail King Huey, do it for fluid, you knew it
the brother
Call for total wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift
can't get attached
Crossing borders we bringing it back
325i nigga pushing it fast
Fuck them fake niggas haters who want me to crash
Immortal we kings
bro
Every 5th August my ammunition
I drop 1 2 3 4 so that’s
4 arms I’m king goro
Oh please please
What happened please ?
Couldn’t afford for
to the heavens it's a bird in the sky
Look a little closer it's the Lord on high
Lord and King on His robe and thigh
Get your passport cause the Lord's so fly
we can't be stopped
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops
Like we underground kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30
we can't be stopped
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops
Like we underground kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30
to Jesus Christ, we started eating
Freedom, freely come easy by reading
I dropped that Gifted and Lifted 3 call it a 3 peat
God's spirit is in me, in
We are my lyrical masterminds
This breed will always outlast ya kind
Become a king and come to the throne and at last you'll find
That I am not one
Let my nuts & Mic hang
No one ever knows the drama
That I might bring
Chilling with the drama king
But this ain't Broadway, mane
Armed forces, more
country to country
It's never too far cause I'll take 'em all
From the Shah to the Czar
The Fu Man Chu
The Prime Minister too
The King and the Queen
My
got me back snapping necks again
So you better call your family
And your next of kin
'Cause when we go to war, nigga
It's like a Mexican
I cut your ass
niggas know I'm the king
This green I smoke we call it dro'
It's deadliest from Memphis Tenn
You see my folk we ain't no joke
Don't turn this into
dine in
I put everything on hold
Till my niggas dripped in gold
My mama call me too much
Your bitch don't call me enough
Look how time fly by
Look how
salvation. He is the tower of salvation for his king and showeth mercy to his anointed.
CHORUS:
Call: Who is the rock ?
Resp: Jesus is
warned it's time to choose another lane
Your 3rd eye let it be opened to all aspects of the game
Realize the truth Yeshuas mercy give us grace to just call
Everybody call me by the name (bitch)
I started from the ground
Everything is all amount
I go all in
Everytime i fight the cunts ay
Back with M i L L
I cant
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