Lyrics:
on that)
I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six, my nigga
(I stand on that)
I'll build my own empire to give to my kids, my nigga
(I stand
to put out another album until I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character
That can never damage the word, my plan is a prefered
Chino was
on the white walls, do a design in the droplets
Psycho what you might call, but my mind is spotless
Do you like Phil Collins, have you ever heard this album
their rhymes up
N9ne's a mindfuck
I'm the kind to design the crime
Bury them all in lime
Your shine's behind us
Stop you can do it all day
But
the shoulder gets
Cause we over it, over it
So we takin' over it
Time's up
I'm just
Gonna make it difficult for other rappers to get their rhymes up
N9
hopped up out a frame
Ain't a coach on the planet that can take me out the game
My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King
A Midwest rider like
Know’ and ‘Pop The Trunk’
And I was gone, no turning back, Shady Records for life
By that time I’d picked up the pen and began to write
‘Kings Never Die’
A king amongst kings…
Look
Smokey the Bear would love y'all niggas cuz nothing y'all do is fire
Your lead single I won't even write it, it's not
a Ivan e ad Alteria per avere impreziosito l’album con la loro presenza
suonano
Disgui - voce, chitarre, basso e programmazione tastiere
Chuck Sabo -
On the South, so I'm bout to come over
There on the North and scoop you up
We gotta put it down, boys ain't feel us in 9-9
With that Braids N' Fades, it's Y2K
Deep, Q-Tip, Ali Shahid, keep bouncing
Nas released two EPs and like three albums
In three years, King's Disease brought the beast out of him
Eric
K-O-Doppel-L-E-G-A-H
Yeah Bitches sind am Diskutieren
Aber die Goldkette ist frisch poliert
Kollegah, Kollegah
K-O-Doppel-L-E-G-A-H
Yeah der Big Boss mit Pokerface
back
G-Unit in the stud' Dipset to, facts
I even got Ma$e and nine-five Puff on the track
Runnin' with the classic feel, nine-five max
Sneak diss, tweet
[Chrous]
(Don't say a word) just let me get mines
(Don't say a word) just relax and recline
(Don't say a word) I'm the king of ill lines
(Don't say
hahahahaha
that nigga Master P back in the house for the 9 5 shot
well take a step into this madness that we call the dope game
Richmond
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question the suggestion was made
The foundation
Rice Clevlendbe kölyökként kelletthogy meghaljon
mert egy játékpiszolyért szó nélkül lelőtték a desztók egy napon.
Raymond-ot kivégezték egy drive by
Central Park was a thrivin' black town
Yo, Chuck, I'm fightin' the power right now
Thank you, Flav and P-E, puttin' it down
Puttin' your life on the line
the south on the map like Eazy-E did Compton
Hoo-ride with these gangbangers (gangbangers)
No Limit Soldiers, mercenary killas keep one up in the chamber
bet this album fresh"
Premier was dressed like King, Guru was Malcolm X
In the video for "Who's Gonna Take The Weight?"
I came from the same place, I
bet this album fresh"
Premier was dressed like King, Guru was Malcolm X
In the video for "Who's Gonna Take The Weight?"
I came from the same place, I
sucked by a nun with the soul of a whore
Superstitious like a gypsy casting a death-spell
Exhale chemtrails
Strangle you with your own entrails
14th day
R.I.P. Ty-Ro may he rest in peace
He died 9 years ago when his album released
I'm not sure anybody heard it when it hit the streets
It had a cute
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
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