[Stevie Wonder] (Remember when we used to play bang-bang I shot you down, bang-bang You hit the ground, bang-bang That awful sound, bang-bang I used
world know it happened first of all you fuckin up for other nga's rappin how you makin movies, selling records, doin tours, then be up in Denemora (sp), scrubbin other
to play hangmen On the low she was a TLC creeper Got her phone disconnected and somehow got a beeper Then she tried to run that 'only I got the number' 'Sun
erase I think of something much fatter, and then I replace I see it as a deed, done for reward My voice with a beat makes you wanna record King Sun with
, and you will help me dig Your grave, now be brave, there's no time to waste The snake is the one who I shot in the face (Hey Sun, how do you know you
boy. I'm all aflame now. I'm king up here like a miniature sun! No life comes close, I'm rising higher, on holiday, on ball of fire, you made a miniature sun
Mystery the moon A hole in the sky A supernatural nightlight So full but often right A pair of eyes a closin' one A chosen child of golden sun A marble
and less about mothers It's all about fast cars and passing each other But it doesn't matter cause I'm packing plastic and that's what makes my life so f**king
ma I TOLD YOU I WAS GON' BE SOMEBODY! Ohhh!! Feel so good Feel so free Put your fists in the air, AOWWWW!! [Diddy] I'm the King of all Kings, I abide
friends been looking around? And the other replies with a wave of a hand I am already here in this promised land but not by a god and not by a king
got a feelin' that the people are talkin' I heard a rumor that things ain't changin' But Lord knows that we gon' make it I'm the king of all kings,
on my knees, hey Yesterday I was brighter than the mornin' sun Now my love is lost and lonely days have just begun A solitary chair for a silent love affair A king
the bus When we had the bus an' was sharin' it biz? Yeah, I ain't forgot it, you my nigga, word, Erik B And Rakim and the Man-Ant, yeah, true niggas with attitudes To king sun
it the pimp, the crook, the hustling thing The man, the music that making a king I'm simply building my Ming A million men marchin' like condom [unverified] I'm the King
I was once out strolling one very hot summer's day When I thought I'd lay myself down to rest in a bit field of tall grass I lay there in the sun and
hood I'ma rep, to the death of it 'Til everybody come home, little ****** is grown Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon Sip from the star, sun
Bone, Bone, Bone Everybody wanna rap like, rap like Rap like Bone, Bone, Bone As we continue to pick up the pieces They follow us Kings 'til the sundown
