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'm a blow my stack See ya out the back Give me some room that I can breathe in Now I'm a start weavin' spells like a wizard King of the lizard My mojo's risin' like
me stay on my grind Tell him I’m doin fine, Obama for mankind We ready for damn change so y’all let the man shine Stuntin on Martin Luther, feelin just like a king
dark ink fingertips Used to speak the king's English But caught a rash on my lips So now my chat just like dis Long range from the base-line (switch) Move like
creepin in a Tahoe, lets see you act macho when I pull the burner on you sideways like a taco, rap n-ggas we all talk like …. trunk full of cargo, dry like
(so fresh) I check the rhyme like Quest Some jokes dropped them doo-doo rhymes at my rest The B-I-G, W-I-L-L King of swing, and I rock well The nail
My Grind Tell Him I'm Doin Fine Obama For Mankind We Ready For Damn Change So Ya'll Let The Man Shine Stuntin On Martin Luther Cause I'm Feelin Just Like A King
I'm doin' fine, Obama for mankind We ready for damn change, so y'all let the man shine Stuntin' on Martin Luther 'cause I'm feelin' just like a king
I don't do that I just cold lounge up here at the ammo dump With my nigga Aladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga Henry G Yeah, we do the shit like this The card
gangsta guerrilla *** Have you ever seen a hundred thousand Rip riders from the side? Blue Chucks, blue rags, gray clouds, blue skies On the move, can't lose, Hill Street Blues
an' times An' then we'll walk right up to the sun Hand in hand We'll walk right up to the sun We won't land We'll walk right up to the sun Hand in
tah cock they straps we cock straps too And we blast on fools fuck you over We smoke niggaz too like Black Rob do We straight criminals fuck an interview J-Prince will ethnic cleanse like
There's no time for us to break up Black is black not blue or purple Being black is like a circle, round and round we all will go Where we end up I don
game like (?) It's Gudda (Chorus) (Bun B) We up in Harlem on some rock Diddy poppin' in my Sean John Tryna send these young kings home like they Bron
blue? (come on) Just a couple of questions I mustered up for you (uh) But these eleven and half shoes, you can't fill those I made head lines/headlines like
we hit the parking lot we turn heads like chad. And the motha fuckin Bun B. I got bread, by the Hundred. 1000 dollas for the ABN. King Of The Ghetto