fine I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9, my homey pop the 9 I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9,
[Slug] They love the taste of blood Now I don't know what that means, but I know that I mean it Maybe they're as evil as they seem Or maybe I only look
folks that think they white (even the haters) Martin Luther King was a run away slave Jesse Jackson a run away slave Malcom X, he was a run away slave
:30 I'm wit' Young Dose and YC Readell Road, that's my street Ask around on the Eastside I'm the s-h-i-t Bun B Bun B, I'm underground king In the candy
corny producers There's a new king in the streets, you're gonna get used to I was the old king in the streets, that y'all once hated But now I reinvented
first ones made I gotta watch (what kind), iced out cartier I gotta rolley but that's somethin' that I hardly wear I'm Lil' Flip, the coldest freestyle ever Since day one I was
bricks, It's a myth the gift to get lifted, I gave the plant a sniff then I kissed it, I made a wish the rest got blessed, I'm living in a plant the
wait for the album I don't fuck with The Source But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the
I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine I'm comin' with a
the parking lot Who he was? I couldn't see But I knew one day that would be me Had more game than the average bro' And he was smooth when he was talkin
you MCs B Ya'll beneath me And my raps bring horror like a board of Ouiji Of course I'm the king, get my shine on And I blind y'all cause they call me
you up like you was pleated Like some slacks and, relaxin', be strollin' like some cats then I got a, baby daughter, and I feed her with this rappin' Not trappin', B
What governments hide C.I.A. should D.O.A., K.G.B. should R.I.P. That's what's on my mind The Bible was changed just to suit King James Many empty lies
this I'ma rub your ass in moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine [Inspectah Deck] I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and high prophecies can't define it how I
to jerk With the belt drive, Technics and B-1's With the orange light shinin', the red on D-1's Direct drive and Nova, I'm chillin' with G.L.O.B.E.
, some shit was said about blue and red but I'm colour blind and I gotta nine threw up the sign I cock the 9, I cock the 9. [Loco S.A.B] Well nigga pop
heat You know who been the kings of the block, the kings of the drops The kings of the crap music and the kings of the cross Niggas fire then drop shit
before I merk me a nigga, he don't know who hit him Before I pull the trigger, I let him see my face and then I send him [Hook:] I'm a gangsta, pussy