King Of Kings

[DJ Paul talking] It is I my son, the king of the muthafuckin M Awakened by all you hatin ass hoes, ya bitch you And it's going muthafuckin down For all you muthafuckin wannabe Hypnotize Camp Posse azz niggas Who we got in this muthafucka, nigga count em out [Crunchy Blac] Crunchy Blac up in this bitch, my nigga Juice [Lord Infamous] Lord Soze [DJ Paul]: Louder nigga let em know! [La Chat]: I'm pull the trigga nigga bitch, it's [La Chat] ho [Frayser Boy] Yeah you got Frayser Boy in this muthafucka Bout to ride on one of you bitch-made niggas [DJ Paul] And ya boy DJ muthafuckin Paul Like thiiiiiiiis [Lord Infamous] Nigga get all ya boys, tell em bring all they guns And being ya'll some hoes I get the heater when you come When I dump to hit your pressure point with .44 slugs On this medicine, a felon is committed by this thug Head bust, they took ya in mood, huh Cuz we'll rip you for whatever and leave ya skull fucked up Pop some double bucks To ya nuts Cough em up Slut Chop the meat up Then I call em triple six guts [La Chat] Who run, I know you know Quit playin, you hatin' ho La Chat, can't take no mo We brangin it to the dome I got the tec-9, four-five, can't forget the AK Finna take you to the streets, blow you bitches clean away Mayne I'm sick and tired of you talking I'm open with my dog and Is it true that I will be stalkin And punkin bitches walkin Hope you niggas paying attention to everything I mention Shit I'm full up on that tension I'm goin on a mission [Juicy J] Now sippin on some gin and some mo (some mo) Watchin niggas in the room snortin blow (snortin blow) They got weed, and it's already rolled (ready rolled) Quit baby sittin' that dope Now I'm so fuckin buzzed bout to faint (bout to faint) Sittin back watch R Kelly tapes (Kelly's tapes) E'rtime you see a playa I be high (I be high) So come and get a lil piece of a nigga pie [Frayser Boy] I'm a schizophrenic Don't you panic You can't handle it So god dammit You can't stand it Leave you stranded Push over nigga, you been banded I been blazin You are facin Fuckin killers in yo place and Heart is pacin Ya'll be racin Bout to catch another case and Killer nigga Driller nigga Kill a nigga Feel me nigga I don't give a fuck bout what you sayin, I'm the illest nigga Pistol mother Drama lover Pop a sucka Motherfucka Like no other I'm a lethal weapon like a Danny Glover [Crunchy Blac] Nigga lemme tell you my specialty My specialty is getting you nigga Lock and load wit that gun pullin the trigga How the fuck you figure That a nigga ain't robbin you niggas When I'm out her nigga trying to get like Jigga Dippa yo body up when I kill you nigga Shouldn't have talked that shit cuz I'm pullin triggas How the fuck ya'll niggas wanna go to war When ya'll ain't bad enough for us boys [DJ Paul] See I'm the king of kings, Scarecrow's the lord of lords And fuckin up in my kingdom is something you can't afford Tryin to compete with Hypnotize man I wouldn't even try that My lil keys cost seventy g's nigga can you buy that You wonderin why I had the for sale sign in the yard Nigga I sold my crib, my new house cost one million And this some king shit, MTV crib shit Your mouth done dropped you startin to drool u need a bib bitch Before you diss me nigga turn your pockets inside out Or clean your shoes and your pants, break some starch right out Cuz I'm the K-O-M, you wishin you wuz down with this click But you chose otherwise so you a clown to this click And in the streets nigga you get nothing but frowns from this click And we done covered all sides of this country lil bitch So if you ever get a chance to get inside the Source yeah right You'll be like my nigga Nas and all you'll have is one mic (all I need is one mic) [DJ Paul talking] Yeah this for all you muthafuckin hoes If you ever wanna know the muthafuckin truth It's in yo face, bitch Trying to use our muthafuckin name to come up You ain't muthafuckin Hypnotize Minds you bitch, you nigga And don't be trying to memorize the faces on the muthafuckin videos Cuz them ain't the niggas that's gone come to your muthafuckin den nigga Where my muthafuckin killas at nigga Yeah nigga, where they at! [Crunchy Blac] Yeah Crunchy Blac up in this bitch For all you niggas that said I can't rap Nigga I don't rap anyways, nigga I rob [DJ Paul] Yeah bitch ass nigga Bitch-made hoes [La Chat] Hypnotize Camp Dick ridin bitches And nigga fuck ya'll bitches [DJ Paul] And for all you hoes we'll stomp you muthafuckas short nigga Couldn't handle the heat get the fuck up out the kitchen type niggas Shit get thicker for a weak nigga ho {*talking and yelling till end*}