) Oh, are you free? (From the chains that fall on me) Well, it's not just something deep Inside my head It's not just for the dead (Dead) Ehh Dead, dead, dead
Traduzione: Re X. Non solo per i morti.
You always in the mood for love, that's why I'm sleepin witchu Though not the man of your dreams, my plan and schemes To be rich like a king, and live
[Chorus] Look at the grill [4x] [2x] this for my niggaz with the bank roles (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) this for my niggaz with the pretty
a great dane Robbed the hottest chick in the game, for her man's chain Word up, yo [Chorus x2] [Outro: 9th Prince ("King of New York" sample)] Yea that's
king of applause (yay!) beats the garbage flood for ten(?), porn king of newyork, alley punk perv scum, waddle on the voyage of the vouyer, six four sick king
man E Hella (Louie Town) Foundation!!! [Foundation] You never met a four, better with metaphors Metal for whores, like Tiger's metal four Shit, that's what I met her for
's mad Ought to be locked up But that is not a reason To destroy him He's a sad little man, Not a king or god Not a thief, I need a crime! (Crowd) Kill
I'm focus now Not concerned about What nobody else gotta say Just do what you do Cuz they gonna talk anyway Yea Just stick with what you do But remember to Do it just for
for I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for What mothers birth their youngens for And some say Jesus coming for For all I know the earth
young veterans... knowwhatI'msayin'? So it's like, we came, we come in the game around the Biggies And the fuckin' Jay-Z's and the 2Pac's and shit...
somethin' new that's everlasting. I'm a keep it real. It's next to nothin'! Doin' the same thing 'cause less creating. Flow just borin', the spit just
dream that you dead, but you're not Get you shot glock, shot when it's popped Then it's cocked and unlocked, from the top [Hook] [Slim Thug] It's grind
that mean mayn, Kyleon the king mayn You just a baby boy, Kyleon Ving Rhames I'm H-Town's rookie of the year, call me King James Lebron, Kyleon's the
it's in the air it's the best And if it's in my cup, it's that purple Got me flipping through the hood, riding in a circle No destination, nigga just
to turn the beat off for this You talkin bout you a 80's baby You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news How's the king of new
been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's not promised To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground Let's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's not
the beat off for this You talkin bout you a 80's baby You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news How's the king of new york rocking