How I love it when you're down I love when your wings are nailed to the ground and your pain brings me joy But I'm a lonely and cold jealous boy And this
Sammy eagerly rode up on him , taxi off the turkey with the joint On him Flower look his man stood up before him The bitches hit the table , Jah king
Y'all can keep y'all weak beats, from your corny producers There's a new king of the streets, you're gonna get used to I was the old king of the streets
there, posted on that 5 9 I got a burner in my lap at all times And a bag of sticky icky green limes I'm a block burner like Lil' Wayne, revisin' the game like King
had shores Sammy eagerly rode up on him Taxi off the Turkey with the joint on him Flower look his man stood up before him The bitches hit the table, Jah king
I'm doing ease but only if you knew Holmes What I'm gonna do Holmes, trip out as I go on with the funky flow As I flow flow flow on, I'm dropping competition
So you can keep hatin' Now they want me makin' Swimmin' in victory Yo yo, they thought it was over, but I gots to bust Call them foes, stealin' flows
and try to get you hit 'Cause misery loves company and company loves misery And money causes jealousy and envy Well is no one going? No step flowing With real king
from the wild plundering times, when the seven seas were ruled by gunpowder, blood and gold His downfall was caused by treason, with kings gold his crew were bought Jealousy
to rock the mic like al scratch I get ill I come equipped to fight and if I flip tonight Effects on mc's are similar to kryptonite Water flows that be
cross Y'all can keep y'all weak beats from your corny producers There's a new king in the streets, you're gonna get used to I was the old king in the
need a king, cause he'll club anybody tryna jack his queen, ima call a spade a spade from the start, he gave you diamonds, shoulda gave you his heart, ya see? Jealousy
you here confidence is the cancer of this courtyard it'll split your head if we don't get to the flowers red death by division don't call it jealousy
the shit you call funk is a smell out of flow So I think it's time for you muthafuckas to go down Rap verse 7: Now check me King of this side Atlantic
Ain't nothing fake I create I don't tolerate static My brain'll cause drama like an automatic So bang, I'm living large like a king The ?? I'm drinking
OH YEAH ) Says your mama and your sister had a big 'ol butt To help the nina bust a big 'ol nut ( OH YEAH ) I'm the King (king) Niggaz that know it Thats
Yao Ming All King, Koopa the Don, cruise with a gun If being rich was a contest, Chamillion you would've won I know, but watch the jealousy cuz ya still
