on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on You could run and tell my city it's on Bun B, king of the trill also one of the dopest Rep for the streets or on the mic,
urban masters The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick (4x) I was once in the land where things would never go right There lived a king
penthouse king. Puerto rican grifter making dirty money stings. Smell the dollar in the air and everywhere in sight. Cold cash hungry connoisseurs savor every bite. Neon nights
about Bob Marley, Bob Dobbs and Bob Forrest To all those punker sluts, to Eek-A-Mouse Tom for lettin' us practice and crash, chili part all night PEN
into your eyes I couldnt deny those hips those thighs make me wanna eat you up like my mama's pie I'd be like 40 days and 40 nights just to make you
ring where Q.B. is King, what Yo for you I take a fifth to the head till I url Boomerang dunn, Q.B. bust they gun Keep them P.C. niggas on the run,
crowd and the ed is special I am the one and I am the master I am the king and this is my castle Dwell in realms of now but videos those of the past
knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is special For I am a bard but not the last one I'm my own king and this is my castle Dwell in realms of now but vidi those
I was lured at the drag king bar last night where all the boys are really girls and the fags whip out their pearls at the drag king bar last night
wit' Young Dose and YC Readell Road, that's my street Ask around on the Eastside I'm the s-h-i-t Bun B Bun B, I'm underground king In the candy-painted
a little pep in your step KRS-One will destroy any ignorant reputation In the nation, in creation Princes, Kings, Queens or any occupation Like rappers with nuttin' to say I crush those
from me This ghetto queen got up with a king Keep it clean and in essence You're my ghetto queen Right around the way from me Watering those ghetto
had my sack but I left it a Pak?s Vape rips got me trippin', shit, I almost got lost Walkin? up to my own crib comin' from the garage But the night
I'm just out ridin' high, simply doin' my thing (CHORUS) B Real: Hittin' the weed and become just like me Kush smokin' rebel full of THC (??) One hit
hold back 'cause we ain't beefin' like that He ain't B.I.G. and I ain't 'Pac And we just eatin' off rap, one love To everybody who knows my story To all of those
stand in line, pay a fee for me to kiss 'em Twenty-one's the lucky number, once the "E" is in the system One night with the Q.B., and niggas need maturity
miss your loud the streets (relax the streets) (Snoop Dogg) I step off the plane, spit my game so sweet and sticky like candy cane. One night with the