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Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
Uh, ooh baby, baby
Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, nah nah nah nah
Now slowly, thinkin' of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who
Hello Kitty on my wify wify
Gon be rich by any mean
Pull up in the slum with that Lamborghini
Martin Luther King it's started as dream yeah
Pull up in
play
nel mio nuovo album c’è ne saranno 6
Ti direi che spacchi ma io mentirei
sembro michel jordan in space jam
Lekkano le tracce mentre ne produco
tucked then it's out now
T.I. made them suckas +Bring it Out+ now
The Ruff Ryders start it, now just shout it!
Man, now engine engine, number 9
You
on my jeans tucked and it's out now
T.I. made them suckers bring it out now
The Ruff Ryders start it, now just shout it
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
feeling like a beast, I'm on top of the world
Surrounded by the baddest girls, I swear this shit is absurd
I dropped two album on my own, another's
In my city I'm king
(King)
Ay
All these bitches talking shit like they have nothing left to do
Phone is blowing
Imma turn it off
That messages won't
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
l’album 2012 e boom
Fabri Fibra e Clementino caput
Sfonda l’iPod, l’iPhone qui King Lions
Leggo i tarocchi tu con i paraocchi
Scrivi scarabocchi
Come in
still be
Able to feel me
Even if I'm not talkin about tryin 2 kill me
The king of darkness can no longer conceal me
This could be my last sad song hopin
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
Venezuela per magia nera
Guarda uno specchio tipo tre volte, dopo sussurra il mio nome
Ascolta il mio album tutta la notte, baby, è tipo un'evocazione
remember the name of the Lord our God.
They are brought down by the fall. Save Lord, let the king hear when I call. Selah.
Thank you
Thank you
Thank
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
kicked around by the others
Synonymous soil, held them up from down under
I'm pleading for gifts, pleading for answers
Riddles of life, can give you
more
My squad took ya spot knocked you off
This is champion Sound you getting bucked down
Recognize the kings all you snakes getting shut down
By
people keep on
Doubting you, you gotta make a move
If you get it by yo
Self then you ain't gotta go to school
But the trick is that you
Gotta know
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