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What Up
King Skie
Baltimore City Product
God Forgive Me for jacking this beat
Yadamean
These negus need to King Me (King me !)
They act like they

Ain't No Love

Spice 1

1990-Sick

1995

ain't no love 
Ain't no love in this game 

I used to hustle street corners back in 1986 
Slangin Yayo by the dub, me and E-Bay in the mix 
Only

flocking in
What are we fighting for there is no stopping them or blocking them
All this ignorance they’re locked within
They’re only satisfied if we can’t

the leader dawg why'd you lead the hip-hop boat to sink (damn)
Shit ain't been the same since we lost Pro and Jabba
Rest In Peace to them I can't forget about

Yu already kno man
Vybez
Said I'm one in a million
Yu wish yu could clone me
I did this shii by my lonely
I did this shii wit no homies
Can't let

they treat me
Steady sippin’ all this syrup it got me leaning
Man I know niggas mad that they can’t be me
Imma always get that dub boy you can’t beat me

on a whole 'nother level
I'm on a different planet
We made a ten turn to a
Dub from out the kitchen cabinet
Watch Rufus pulled up on 'em
Pair of them pistols

All the Critics in New York

Westside Connection

Bow Down

1996

Because ain't none of them niggas ever gave it up for the west
So now it's on and, the gauge in my pants got me limpin
Fuck you-n-I-t-why, I'm coast

Jah World

Wu-Tang Clan

The W [Clean]

2000

for forgiveness
Deep in my heart, please, I'm cryin' for forgiveness
Allah, You Akbar, I fall to my knees for forgiveness

Branded by the steel

I'll turn your king of the jungle into a rug or a coat
Sizing me up as if I give a fuck
I sling these audio rocks and keep it right in the tuck

War Wounds

Master P

MP Da Last Don

1998

to worry bout me why I'm gone

If I die bitch, box me up and ship me back home
Bury me in the N.O. with my stripes on my chest
Tell them muthafuckas that

Allan King is back 
Back with beats and the lyrics 
Allan king is back 
And don't care about you Critics 
Got even more handsome 
Got bitches showing them

To be king no be mouth boi
Old warri coming out boi
I never bust dem don begin dy shout like
Haaaaaa

Tell them make them clear way
Paper paper
Tell them

MJ V Intro

Montell Jordan

Montell Jordan

2002

by your grace that I'm even here
So, how can I keep it hot?

*beat comes in* Like this...

[Singing]
M - my masterpiece, monumental
O - outstanding

giving them chills
I can drive a hard bargain
And never give them the wheel
That's ill, Park Hill never ran, never will
Listen king
I jack queen if you

raised, go by chico
Ya tu sabes la que hay, Puerto Rico
Not gon' fold or drop names, that's on Street Flow
Latin nigga, ima different kinda king tho
From

down so
You can hear me close
Yeah, I'm nice with the bars
Late night sliding pipe in your broad
Her pussy tighter than them skinnies
On the jerk dancers

Yeah, yeah, King

Never going broke again, I feel like NBA
Put all my shooters in a bubble, we the NBA
Being black and in the light, some shit

help seeking
I got chains all over that I can't see
But I can feel them, because I ain't free
Though, freedom tainted Adam
Yet it let in healing
Pulling

wanna go
Sittin low behind doors of the wheel dressed up in business clothes
Knots of that bank roll rolled up in a fine cigar
Jammin Big Moe King

together, smash out
Set you up, send a bitch over with her ass out
In California, we got them pictures niggas map out
In California, we turn a mansion

mad that I'm rare
I be in my lair
Man I am the king in my throne in my chair
Yeah, and I woke up
Feeling like a whole damn mill
Got my blues up
Yeah, I

from the trenches
The Homecoming King and the bling real expensive
Chasing the ring like a football team all defensive
Lynch with the hits
Put them

be alone right now
Mix drink in my hands
Yeah I got both on them
Nicotine can't stand
Yeah I can't feel nothing
Mix drinks in my hands
Yeah I got both