Lyrics:
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
leave
In the black of the night lit by white in full clarity
(Yeah)
I ain't got no destination
Come face to face with creation
Seeing Dali paintings,
Gonna put this world back together again
Gonna put this world back together
On a great white horse the King will come riding
He's the One they call
patient
'Cause by the time they find a lead release, your shit is ancient
You think they're working your album? You're mistaken
And if you flop, you get
where white folks ain't want us to eat
At the tender age of six she was arrested for the sit-ins
And with that in my blood I was born to be different
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
white family on the block had to adapt to a change
Paranoid of my new surroundings, would they see me the same
By the time I'm in high school, I had
nose is bloody from
Doing all these fucking white lines
Nose is bloody from doing all these white lines
Serotonin death by a very fast timeline
Snow
when I'm back, fuck rap
I got this white bimbo
I been the voice of the street
I mean the voice of the roads
Ask Kenny, he knows
And I gave hope
homes
And giving 'em drugs
Then I'll get justice, take a
Dump in his home, just to show him that it
Ain't right that he's white
And I'm getting hooked
Geld wie Beats by Dre
Ich verdeal mein Tape, denn ich rapp straighter als der Rest
Wenn du nicht gewusst hast wer der King ist ja dann weißt du's jetzt
Ich bin King Frank White jetzt kack ich auf dein Scheißtext
Wer ich bin? Die Nummer 1 in meiner Stadt
Ich fick dich und euer Album mit nur einem coolen
I'm makin' money while you makin' noise
I'm playin' with diamonds
You playin' with toys
I'm fuckin' with lions
Get fucked by young boys
You write wack
him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
eight five
Rapping on my mind
Since I heard that thug life
Everytime I hear it, I feel a lion inside
Everytime I live it I feel another voice rise
don't like it, I thought you'd be inspired
By the way I whip it, way I whip it
Way I whip it, way I whip it
I whip it
Right past the pretenders,
takin' subliminal
Cause they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white
with the giraffe neck
Banana clip on them twos, nigga
You lyin', nigga, I'm with lion niggas
Welcome to the zoo, nigga
Magic trick, make you disappear
shine through the darkness
I guess I always been a star type
That lion in me made my heart fight, could've been a victim of an opp pipe
Took a million
I ain't top five but at least top ten
They say that white boy ballin'
John Stockton
They say can somebody guard him
Please stop him i'm like Bird in
that yoppa by the bed nigga french toast
Black Phantom out front nigga space ghost
Word on the street you looking for 4 and a heezy
Just pull up in
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