Lyrics:
Vicious ferocity for our cause
They must know by now of our drums beat
Step by step enter hallowed ground
Kill their king take our land.
We have the right
five bricks
We was trafficin' out the Days Inn
I come from playin' Madden on the street
Really tacklin' on the pavement
Made men, e'rybody gripped
Ya
they layin' in, what, what?
The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
It's more than I
they layin' in, what, what?
The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
It's more than I
First thang, I'm a real nigga.
Down south I'm a mufuckin trill nigga
Mississippi like a mufuckin field nigga
Wanna be a nigga but don't wanna be
goes his mother left him on a church step
First step was out the front door then the first left
Down the block to the spots where the worst kept
Thirty
seen
This flick left me wondering
'What can become of kings and young kids?'
Summer dream deferred, incident occured, freedom blurred
A freedom that
a whore
And its ok to be a dickhead as long as you're not too poor
Man I'm fed up with the human race and I'm rooting against it
I hope an E.T. is out there
you'll stand by me like Ben E. King
That's unreal
That's unreal
That's un- That's unreal
Only as good as you need to be
Hop out with someone as good as me
underway. Valdes Jones runs an out, catches the bullet to his chest, makes the outside line back Christian Harrow miss. Kadar McGary comes in from the left
Luther King
And still the train rolls forward over history's rugged trail
Straightening by the journey and the land beneath her rail
And you and I roll
Give you two to the jellular
Left you spreadin all on my shirt
The King of the Flirts, shittin
Bitches hit me off more than New Edition
(tw tw twee twee
And if your boys a king, the bits a palace
Okay, three O2's that I sell-out, man, I'm such a sellout
Might fuck around and bring Adele out
Me and Flipz
on that bitch then I left out the bed
She crying don't leave me you said you won't leave me
I told her don't quote me I know what I said
Don't really care
and ask JV, man put it in twice
I left him soaked and it weren't by rain
I done bucked up Ben in Bexleyheath
He shouldn't have had no blade
When I spit, man
flick left me wondering
What can become of kings and young kids?
Summer dream deferred, incident occurred, freedom blurred
A freedom that would only be
gassed up call her a-t-v
Beat booming out the box, sound like SMGs
Casualties with Weas and Dart on the m-i-c
Cut from another cloth ain't no l-i-e
Man you
throw out the car (grr)
I'm at the crib with your bitch
She came with a dress, she left with no drawers (huh, left with no drawers)
She love how I talk
15 years spent balling for glory
I would be tossing it without a worry
Out in the field I would feel like a hero
Now I just shine up the trophies
I could be anything
I wanted many things
Stand by me like Ben E. King
I feed the people like denny's
I look at the menu and i order everything
until they decay
Won't make no hay today, I only play to make major pay
I go for pink slips
Jordan my tongue when I'm on my king shit
Twelves out
And pulled a gypsy switch
Out on the edge of Potter's Field
Hocus Pocus
Tzawezien
Ben were weg uut osso, twa te cool of the koed
Loessoe na Marokko met de crew, ben ne zot
Overwinteren lik de boazen gan
It looked like the potter's field for Doc
That caused us some alarm
Till someone 'membered the family graveyard
Out on the Simmons farm
Old doc
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