standin up for ten minutes man It's tough plan, plan that's what the camma does And Jam's son it's the new King, done with the cameras You pop lip like
'all fellas, wanna play game I'm dumping, on every car I see It's that time, when I play mayn Brace yourself, R.I.P. [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] It's reprocussions
we cap peelers [Pharoah] King shots, killer greed penn, money hard Nigga to sleep, murdering a kingpin My composer, a soldier, you can call me one When it's
even though I'm a soldier, I feel pain Got a nigga paranoid around partnas, I feel strange Watching my back, cocking my gat, strapped at all times Punishing motherfuckers, just for crossing
t understand I play the devil and I play Christ Cross dress and run with the rest To the believers They have no belief They have no belief I am the king's
It's like I'm asian You heard fantastic We cross atlantic We found the name-ula I'm the kid with the formula Watching me do It's even voodoo I'll make
gangsta bitch that you always in the mood for love that's why I'm sleeping with you Though not the man of your dreams, my planted schemes to be rich like a king
- I - Double G A Motherfuckers And we here to stay From curb surfing We working the industry You kidding me It's really nothing to me and my king
the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno Niggaz poppin, welcome to our casino Cause you and me know Hundred percent like a c-note Looking for a bitch that's
love affair, wit' violence and guns So this is for them gangstas, rep' where you from When I got O'd up, my heart turned colder That's why the mac react like a king
there is a village And the people there are blue, I believe it's true Up in the sky, people are happy They love to sing and there is no need for a king
track Listen As the horns blow It's King Corso Callin' out actors like award shows Even more so Now that I'm insane Our RPG's ain't the same I'm a Rocket
it all on a big black Cadillac. Yeah honey. We're gonna ride ride ride like Carowet(?) Cross country. For 3000 miles straight to the coast Where it's
made flesh, The Babe, the Son of Mary! So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh; Come peasant, king to own Him. The King of kings salvation
, Polish Your Gators, We Like Odds In Vegas You Can't Ball Then It's Probably The Haters Can't Breathe Then It's Probably The Desert, If You A Gangster
niggas perpetrating like they're kings With this so-called God complex But when I see they mind they only see checks So let's get our heads together Let's
on fire And I must go. There's no need for anger There's no need for blame There's nothing to prove Ev'rything's still the same Just a table standing
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times, And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes, And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes