Lyrics:
im playing chess
Went and bought some new shoes now with every step I make they feal the difference
Out in the field im playing attack but still
a man like D-E-E, come on
Come on do you really think I give
Two shit's if you're greazy?
I don't think so
You man ain't seen greazy yet
When my mandem
at times get hard
If I was saved by the truth why would I ever flauge
I was feeling kinda cold & if I died i know you'll spit me out
Living water running
got hella range
I've been down with T. Lue since he was wearing braids
Here comes the fast break, just get out the man's way
It's lead by Lebron
carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in
hand me down I had was inherited head lice
But nothing's more bugged out as my head size, I live twice
E'ery day, one for the body of Martin Luther
ambition
You owned by a label so you need their permission like damn
I be controlling the game like get the fuck out my way
I feel like I'm the fuckin' king
at the plate
And SMACK! Over the left field gate
That's where your head goes, you're Rudolph the Red Nosed
And you can't join in, you shouldn't have said
the music industry man.
Ludacris and field mob,
Mouth to mic resuscitation.
Lets go.
can you handle it?
Eight away, bang in the back with the woofer
the while, Kelly's yet to find out
She's gone to town to enjoy her night out
My cousin Ben had to go and drive down
Cos her phone's switched off, oh Kelly, why
He he he he, nobody is going to save you now
Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump
Troops on the left, fight to the death
Fam on the right,
Tell me how it be
Where I'm from
We don't win by the lottery
Now that money come in and out of reach
Lifestyle ain't made from the mold
Now my homies
blood, I knew this was my way
Took up the blade, left those I loved
Vowed to take up arms, for heaven above
One signed by the cross, how far have we gone
(Damn, Ben Marc shot this too?)
Cash rules everything around me
C.r.e.a.m., get the-get the-get the-get the
Get the-get the-get the-get the money,
of national security, making anti-muck
out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction
of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by
you and me
As the Kings of Old called out to me
Go forth and follow the signs
I raise my sword to the sky as I
Forge ahead through pathways unknown
Commanding the powers
shoulder and my mind is on my left shoulder
Go on do it now, never do it now
Go on do it now, never do it now
They always going back and forth
The rain's out
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
out, Shan still in the place
Hip hop was set out in the dark
The Bridge was never Over, we left our mark
The jam is dedicated to you and your boys
I
toast
Leave most in the blood 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
ribs, cops shot ya whip
You've been chased by the pigs, sold the four year bid
Crashed cars, still came out without a scar
They tried to keep ya free
need the stress on me
Praying my vices dont kill off whats left of me
Its in my blood how I pass on the recipe, yea
Young king dodging bullets
left
I had to get that shit up out my chest, I had to kill a nigga for respect
I had to ride around, had to slide down in the name of WPF
I held it down
Desperate illusions aflutter
Desperate illusions aflutter, they settle aflame
And then prepare a blaze
Ripping through fields with a lack
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