think you're soft like that trick, Mother Hubbard Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods Like Mother goose, who lived in a shoe; Next door to your weak-ass crew. Nine
bing I hate the lyin' king Nobody out there be mislead So nobody out there be mislead Nobody out there be mislead Stop lying y'all Who da lyin' king
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school days I blew baze got ripped and fucked up In new jays on 2 ways I scritched and scratched up I beat that bitch up when I found out she lyin Who
schools my blue rays got ripped and fucked up, In new j's in two ways I scritch and scratched up, I beat that bitch when I foundt out she lyin, Who she
Get ya game up Ya heard me [Verse 1: B.G.] If you know me than you know I'm a beast If you know me than you know I don't be lyin when I tell ya I gotta
locust Stand on fly, Mel-a-chi is on standby The white Puma's go with the X I multiply yo [Cappadonna] Word on block is that half the King Killer Beez
Sunkiss You want this, so MJ kept sayin the rhyme flawless Shit fly like MJ in his prime, "Off The Wall" wit mines I'm grabbin my balls when I rhyme, nine nines
got a nine, and you got a nine And you got a nine, and you got a nine And he got a nine, and she got a nine Well it's a motherflockin party yo cause I
wit Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio Talkin
Jigga I got rappers gettin mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryin to clap at me I got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radio Talkin
'm signin' wit Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio
signin' wit Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio
voice got hoarse Cause niggaz like us tag-team on tour You say you're 19, hoe? Yeah, sure And ain't no bitch that I met had a boyfrined Lyin and they
right, I get your team devoured So don't even TINK about it (No, no, no) you just a server shorty, I'll leave ya king stun I'm a king son, in Kingston
Battlin' in the street, whatever, check this out, yo [Killah Priest] It's Priest standin' in his greatness, God's favorite I rock the Star like King
could get to it, even if I was blind Like a scary movie, they screamin when I rhyme Im a king, you can ask Stephen if im lyin Im a prince, too demanding
Biggie in the year 2000, all drunk and pissy off whiskey, you can miss me, actin gay He's the King of New York, I'm the King of L.A. Doin it the O.G.
