kind of like that...I must go Up Up Up from the grave Up Up Up from the grave Up Up Up from the grave Up Up Up from the grave Here we go again my friend
him out good I kind of like that, I must go Up, up, up from the grave Up, up, up from the grave Up, up, up from the grave Up, up, up from the grave
of like that...I must go Up Up Up from the grave Up Up Up from the grave Up Up Up from the grave Up Up Up from the grave Here we go again my friend
[Verse 1](Pusha T) Follow the leader exhaust pipes and breathers, The flash from the barrel turns bullies to believers, The time of a life make the bitches
The King is what I mean I mean my man get a cup and put some change inside your hand {...take 'em down, Mack...} Now hold up, let's make this official
old chemicals same old thrills stealing stockings from the shopping mall its simple enough to grow the fuck up happy with the rough cut nobodys in the market for a diamond
the king of the rhyme. I got on the microphone and what do you see? Huh, the rest was my legacy. I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing, To have
KLC slanging birds So stop stunting dog bitch calm your nerves Born a crack baby grew up to be a g Whip that ass like I had a badge from NOPD Like a second
Clover Geez, ain't got no money nigga You see everybody pieced up, cause we ain't broke nigga [Hook: Big Shasta] What you know about the South, diamonds up
Midnight... let the churchbell ring It's midnight, All Hallows Eve It's midnight, All Hallows Eve I see him rising from his grave I see him rising from his grave
head, my eyes turn red One time I came in off my high level, and guys was dead Hold my own, from my Harlem home to Riker's Up state and down state, wit
So possibly I'd be popular huh? {uh-huh} That's the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I. [Diddy + {B.I.G.}] I took him from coal to diamond, I molded
in the streets I don't wait for the lord to preach, 'cause God is dead, according to nietzche Shit on Christ while the beat rocks Blasting King Diamond
(feat. Boss, Jay'Ton, Z-Ro) [Hook x4] From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth [Z-Ro] Hold up a minute I'm the king of the ghetto holdin the rap
A wicked man's heaven is the hell for the Razah Raised up in Brooklyn, two decades of meetin slaves from Grenada to the grave, from the cradle to the
your eyes and look up inside this Mackilot playas is ready to die, better _ your bye-byes... [hook] Put em up in the air, everybody come around and throw your clique up
