peelings I'm cuttin' shit short, ain't no fillin' out reports 'Cause you ain't makin' it to court I'm lettin' freedom ring From the hole in my glock, for fuckin' off Rodney King
find Homeboy gotta nine a cop couldnt find But I could get to it even if I was blind Like a scary movie they screamin when I rhyme I'm a King, you can
plan was Made y'all niggas go platinum I made y'all niggas flow happen Let's battle for cash captain Remember the cold giant on the set lyin' on you
of the Heartless hood, it's all good Chorus: snoop dogg You's a nigga when you born, a nigga when you dyin Nigga quit lyin you's a nigga for life You
right, I get your team devoured So don't even TINK about it (No, no, no...) you just a server shorty, I'll leave ya king stun I'm a king son, in Kingston
wanna be us keep tryin, we buyin, he's lyin [Chorus] [Nelly] Uhh.. uhh, ladies! [Remy Martin] We like, fuck, that; I need a stack And like, forty-nine
and Biggie in the year 2000, all drunk and pissy off whiskey, you can miss me, actin gay He's the King of New York, I'm the King of L.A. Doin it the O
could get to it, even if I was blind Like a scary movie, they screamin when I rhyme Im a king, you can ask Stephen if im lyin Im a prince, too demanding
[Masta Ace] I wish the president would stop lyin' Black babies stop cryin' And young brothers stop dyin' I wish the police would stop killin' Politicians
grand up Words from the Martin Luther King version We burn versus then send 'em out Fed Ex, fast service [Chorus] [Reakwon] The tailor made king of
the deli for a cold one May I be blessed yes? My rap is like a laser beam that blow between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of tings [U-God] Crack
(I'm King News and I come to you with the truth The mean streets took six more lives overnight all the result of gang-bang stupidity By the way, you gangsters
m signin' wit Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio
wit Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio Talkin
wit Jigga I got rappers gettin mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryin to clap at me I got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radio Talkin
signin' wit Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio
You want this, so MJ kept sayin the rhyme flawless Shit fly like MJ in his prime, "Off The Wall" wit mines I'm grabbin my balls when I rhyme, nine nines