dress Standing in the cellar down below Mirror Mirror? Mirror in the hall Ah-Ah? Mirror Mirror? Ah-Ah? The mirror on the wall Through the mirror on
in a bloody dress Standing in the cellar down below Mirror Mirror? Mirror in the hall Ah-Ah? Mirror Mirror? Ah-Ah? The mirror on the wall Through the mirror
bloody dress Standing in the cellar down below Mirror Mirror? Mirror in the hall Ah-Ah? Mirror Mirror? Ah-Ah? The mirror on the wall Through the mirror
: Dark weekends in the sun out on Chelsea Road Descending the stairs, Frankie, my one Check your makeup in the mirror c'mon babe let's go We'll dance
back Winding up The championship on the line...but... What if there was a road to heaven That's what came to me today Would there be Traffic jams with diamond
fool up there Ask his woman she get more pipe from the plumber than in bed I'm the Champ! [Ghostface Killah] I like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades
' to the gallows with a smile on my cracked grill and thats real. You can keep your little rap deals cause i don't give a damn about bein king of the
: [feat. Waka Flocka Flame] [Gucci Mane:] It's Gucci!... Bricksquad... Go Hard In Da Paint Man... King Of Diamonds... Khaled!... M.I.A... East Atlanta
when you stared in the mirror Drop off his dusty blanket And what was standing there was a King's ancient royal robes With diamonds and rubies, God's
been Escobar Forty-five in my waist, starin at my reflection In the mirror, sittin still in the chair like Mike Concepcion When everything around me got cloudy, the chair became a king
the darker you are the realer your problems I reached for the stars but I just kept slippin On this life mission, never know what's next Ancient kings
: I want to be rich and I want lots of money I don't care about clever I don't care about funny I want loads of clothes and f**kloads of diamonds
it was the guitar, or Jerry Wonder beats Maybe the money when I didn't have a dime Maybe a way out before committing crimes Coulda been Lauryn, perhaps it was Pras Probably the mirror
No caterpillars, it was just a lot of niggas A lot of great thinkers and a lot of great inventors All white mansion, I'm the child of God All black diamonds
the realer your problems I reached for the stars but I just kept slippin' On this life mission, never know what's next Ancient kings from Egypt up to
been Escobar Forty-five in my waist, starin' at my reflection In the mirror, sittin' still in the chair like my conception When everything around me got cloudy The chair became a king
