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me
Pushing out all yo negative evergy
And praying to the holy king
He bless me to infinity and beyond
And beyond
Like buzz light year in this
I cant

selling weed
Fucking up my prestige, 'til I live with the blues
BB King or the neighbors of Snoop, that's why I'm

In the club like fuck it, though

consider the latter
Never a thought to reconsider
What actually matters
So now we find The King
In a drunken scene
Gathered by servants, soldiers, and his

tryna make a move every time the King say
And not Simon say (not Simon)
The kid ain't playin' (kid ain't playin')
It's a house party at the heaven

Bb Some love
Gimme some more
Is there a hidden place where we can go?
It could be your bed or your arms though
Don’t be ashamed if your body is

G
  And the sky will fall if we think for ourselves
			A       G           B         G

Em INTERLUDE

CHORUS 2
E    B Bb  B        Bb

it)
We murder things, you want a queen, can't hurt a king (can't hurt a king)
The lemon squeeze, can't get between or intervene (or intervene)

How

The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket

I know it's not easy
But you can't leave
We'll stay here
Immersed in the night

The sound

of Revelation, I'll endorse it
Head the Ledger, overdose on it

No king, is saved by the strength of his army
No king, is saved by the strength of his army

Now I

the infant.
Wise Man 2:   We must pay homage to him.
Mandy:        Homage!!  You're all drunk you are.  It's disgusting.
	      Out, out!
Wise Man 3:   No, no.

yeah 
‘Cause even when I told her she’s queen she said I'm her king (Baby)

I ain’t gonna use pen for this one I put it down quick when the thoughts

Motion Picture

Future

Think Like a Man [Music from and Inspired by the Film]

2012

'Cause we gonna hit the club and make a movie
Let's make it
Can't have to make a motion picture
We gonna make a motion picture
Don't worry bout

they won’t see the strap if you keep it hidden
We do not go by names so we’ll call you Dylan
So here is the plan we gon walk in the building
And we is

ain't Got no title
No we ain't got no title
I'm a king
But I can't give a ring
Can't see me wit no bridal
I set My glizzy right there on the dresser

think he is Druski
Getting my bands up
At my show they got hands up
I'm a king, I'm gon stand up
I'm gon make sure we add up
Add up
I work so hard like my

Young G's

The Notorious B.I.G.

No Way Out

1997

linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,

to the most how I roll up my hays and spark it
And then my paper starts to roll in
Money in paper bags 
Hammers with laser tags 
We grown men 
Out on the corner

Will it take me slow...
Cm      Dm      Eb7M    Dm 
Or will it take me low...
Cm    Bb7     Ab    Gm   
Fm    Gm    Ab    Gm 
C  I can't have these

with the boys
Play with the real thing, not with no toys
Reload a mag cuz it give joy
Cockin it back, like I'm inside a Royce
Doin a drive by with this

We Dem Boyz [Remix]

Nas

Blacc Hollywood [Deluxe]

2014

and BBS's on tinted Saab's was getting robbed
I'm 20 in, still outside, don't ask for it
That parched up from here on, that half moon is that Nas cut
We

they always knew that
We were finna blow through the stars and to the moon it's
A matter of fact that the King ain't bowing to the people
They'll never

mice
Three kings, three kings
Three stooges - Pogi, Johnny, Thready going stupid
Swearin to the Buddha, that we about to lose it
Three musketeers, cut

a Toast
Don't allow fuck shit like I'm Lactose
Pull up the guillotine bitch here it goes
Can't see me on cameras like I am a ghost
Cancelled on west I'm

feeling like the king cause nobody can touch me
Taking out your field kubbs one by one
And the kubbin' ain't over until we cannot see the sun

Roll up