B-boy kingdom We come for the glory of the B-Boy kingdom Bring them laughter after which bring them tears We come for the glory of the B-Boy kingdom
' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself Is that right, is that right? You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
Ride b-boy Kingdom We come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom Bring them laughter after which bring them tears We come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
with the ways) Mexican Gangster born with the badness Now as we're driving away I hear a youngster say "Yo Lil' Rob let me blow that motherfucker away
no running away There'll be none to save with the world in a grave Take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy But you tell me over and
compete We the clique that don't play Quick to rip your head off and hand it to Violent J And bury it away I'm on a spree Killing for free Without
't be doing that shit But me...bitch...I'm all about it... Guess what I'm a serial killer, it's a bad habit I killed Tony, Lucky Charms, and the Silly
my story, it's about Mr. Rotten Treats All your parents know my story too They don't tell you about him though Long ago they all killed Mr.Rotten Treats
my whole life through Some gal would giggle and I'd get red And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, HOOOOO! I hate you Can't stand you Despise you Detest you [Chorus] Look away from me when you see me Never look
Tech and the Potluck! Take a look around, Look at the way I be throwin' down, Tecca Nina with the mo' flow, Ain't no fake in the track, Nigga, we shakin' the rap, Look
all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your bitch? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill
of us in a cemetery Now come and look into the mind of a man You don't really wanna fuck wit (Kill'em all) (Kill'em all) (Kill'em all) Lookin' death
the big pay back looking up on the dresser For the black and gray strap I'm crying and shit, I was hurt so bad I felt I had to go kill him even if a slug
and open fire Mash and bang on niggaz let them hot boys fly You can tell a maniac got a look in his eye, card green, two Magazines and a throw away knife
looking great up in the Suave House tip Never catch me in much but a Suave House outfit Cars with some kick on the lick with the mob looking thick Hit
all in his ride? With her hand on his thighs Keep looking in his eyes Oh, is that your bitch? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill