[Rob]
Bitch I got my weight up, now my dues is paid up
It`s niggaz falling off in this game, I`m trying to stay up
I treat this shit just like George Girvin, it`s a lay up
You don`t need no do`s, cause my flows`ll make you wake up
I`m the baker put the cake up, we real put the fake up
If your broad rolling with us, she coming back with no make up
The game needed a shake up, so I`m here to get that paper
Big Rob the Rhino, six-five earthquaker
Got hoes in Jamaica, moving dust like a snake-a
I roll with with Big Ake-a, cause he`s a mic breaker
If your gal beeping us, the Kingz is gon take her
And don`t bump your gums, or get heated like a vapor
And niggaz gon hate you, whether you broke or got paper
It don`t matter, cause my lines`ll put your career in danger
This one here`s a banger, to the booth I ain`t no stranger
Now you got your money`s worth, cause the Kingz won`t short tracer
[Chalie]
Your friend of a friend said this, your friend of a friend said that
Better tell your friend of a friend, that Chalie Boy said to back back
Before they get they head cracked, fucking with my bread stack
No need for no conversation, bitch cause I`ma did that
Little relief soldier, military minded
Knock off your block and drop it, where your secretary find it
(that`s thoed, I`ll rewind it) pay attention you`ll find it
Sickening how I be spitting, giving sight to the blinded
Perfectly timed it, showing my ass
Conscience clearer, but all these hating hoes in the past
Want smouse on my cash, on the track I`ma blast
You can compare and contrast, I`m the best the rest trash
[Tite]
Move fast but I bet you, only be playing catch up
Niggaz that hold plex, end up leaving on a stretcher
Dripping red ketchup, for fucking with my ghett-a
Let the sun do it, cause I ain`t gon sweat you
Tite revving up the Nikes, as far
Dime piece in the drop, I keep the nicest broad
The good life is what I live, with a nice support
And anybody trying to take it, getting life support
Feel my speech I reach out, still I T
I`m like a stove when I spit, you could feel my heat
I got flows like the lotto, you can take your pick
Put the Tite on your song, and it could make you rich
You bastards sick, thinking I don`t hear the chatter
I got a nice Smith and Wess`, that`ll squish your bladder
A line this side, the ghetto got me crying inside
I never go without a fight, shit I`m down with pride
I`m a man not a mouse, never trust the gritty
King Kong got the hood, and I`ll crush the city
It`s do or die, you wanna know who am I
The same gangstas on them cd`s, you choose to buy
[Coop]
Another day another year, and it`s still no fear
Never thought to bite my tongue, when I spit in your ear
All these messy ass niggaz, talking bout bidness they taking
They want the hoes that I`m taking, the money I`m making
Most boys wanna walk, before they crawl
Man it`s real in the field, everybody can`t ball
Need that eye of the tiger, a heart that won`t quit
Ain`t no question bout your blood, you a full bread pit
Sit back relax my mind, over dranks and blunts
I`m thinking yacht with two cots, and a bitch on the front
Ghetto fab how I keep it, so that`s how you receive it
Might not believe it, but nigga mo` money I need it
Ways I`m thinking be major, and it might bring pain
Can`t nan you boys stop me, cause this style`s my fame
Tarnish my name, you got a nigga fucked up kids
Don`t let your folks have to read about, the shit I did
(*talking*)
Freestyle Kingz, FK2K3
You next to the DJ Bull, this how it go down
Dirty South style, Dirty Third Records
