after the Actress Who played Faith Evans My little Jackie Onassis, dig? I'm so high I +Neverland+ like Mike Jackson's crib Best on 45 Still crack ya
Yeahh Uh Yeahh Welcome To Brooklyn Maino Yeah Tru Religion King Robin's Jean Fiend Black Gucci Sneakers With The Red And Green Strings Hoody By Mavi Women
up the sun While it's still free I'm gonna soak up the sun Before it goes out on me Don't have no master suite But I'm still the king of me You have
, get inside you From Crip to Pirus this is survival Blood of a slave, heart of a king Blood of a slave, heart of a king Blood of a slave, heart of a king
lavish Political prisoner set free, stress free No work, release purple M3's an' jet skis Feel the wind breeze in West Indies I make Coretta Scott-King
message, like a word from the wise Or a 45 that send you to heaven Some'll throw you a look, others a book Like the king gettin killed by the rook, straight
face out the ride (Chorus x2) Styles P: If you forgot my name or my style i'm the ghost with the hornet flow and corner style with a piece of shit car With two 45
t Eat It's Too Much Shit On My Mind I Can't Stop Thinking About Dying So Whoever Cross That Line You Gon Get That 45 My Daddy Just Got Home But They Just
blow dat thing california license plate, u know that Benz im focused like a Kodak lens bought my Aston Martin by the garden told em hold that thing im back, king
me. ima rep my block every town every city everywhere i go. Thats if you didn't know. you better believe me. Boosie: Ladies and gentlemen its Boosie Boo, King
back round)] Yo yo yo yo its deja vu And the day ya'll do (Wus up!) It'll be the day ya'll bleed Wrist minus 80 degrees King of Harlem ain't nobody
I don't give a fuck like F.E.M.A. Me and Hin off in the Beamer, that 745 Brick Squad right behind, they got seven .45's (Yo Gotti) All I do is win, I
, that brother who kicks flavs, God. Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard. I pack a gat, not a slingshot; step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like Rodney King
just another satellite, floatin through the dirty Its hard for you to see me cause I'm sittin on them 30s I'm transmittin live from interstate 45 Its the king
the skulls of doomed warriors [Phil Da Agony:] Ink in the bark Sharks come circle your block Thirsty niggas off the jerky and pot Workin' the slots 45
(vocal & piano) Recorded: by Joe Ruffino 1964 - Cosimo Matassa's Studio Musicians: S. Johnson - drums, C. Mitchell - bass Dr. John - gtr, Earl King -
I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on Took a fat nigga out in like 40secs My gun get hard wit a 45 still erects and eagle on Kangol
: Deep pockets with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall The cameras on with the make-up and all Swap six 45's, twist reefer in the flicks