beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light Born a king on Bethlehem plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King forever
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royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light Born a king on Bethlehem plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King
your whole shopping malls I be rippin shit, that's my word bond Scream then I watch the whole planet earth respond Do just what ya told The remote control Crash
make the whole place warm, then hit you with some shit that make you niggaz look deformed Now, stay tuned to every Busta Rhymes, coming soon I will King
be supreme, you can do your thing at the limousine If you on a team, roll on with the dream- Tryin' to get ring, you gon' get a ring, you gon' be a king
came while I was 'sleep Whispered in my ear this is your year {CRACK PREACH!} So I testify To burn down the throne, niggaz follow my lead Save your breath for crownin me King
get rich, live in the country Live in the country I know I'll be OK Every day is a drag Getting caught in the rat race You don't wanna be on the street And every night when I crash
sing 'cause I get my hum on Actually I get hummed on Hoes tongues be on my dong dong ? long, head at night, head in the morn Lunatic, five strong, king
bout to crash in this Aston, listening to Outcast, Im sorry Mrs Jackson anything i can ever do to better you your son was our king so we wont Corretta
the house she had my money spot Plus a dro blunt rolled up with a syrup lollipop The hood tried to holler everyday but it ain't nothin She down with the King
natural ice With Sharif makin' sure R&B, was well done Might live by the gun, but keep livin' through my livin' son [Hook: King T x4] [Outro:] [King
Good King Wenceslas looked out On the feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about Deep and crisp and even Brightly shone the moon that night Though
there ain't no ounce My life filled with drug busts and shoot outs Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger Pure ghetto anger, I'm addicted to danger Some nights I crash
- Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king Then
dreamed of. So if you feel like giving up cause you don't fit in down here, fear is crashing in, close your eyes and take my hand. We can be the kings
