King Of Kings lyrics

[DJ Paul]
It is I my son, the king of the muthaf*ckin M
Awakened by all you hatin ass hoes, ya b*tch you
And it's going muthaf*ckin down
For all you muthaf*ckin wannabe Hypnotize Camp Posse azz n*ggas
Who we got in this muthaf*cka, n*gga count em out

[Crunchy Blac]
Crunchy Blac up in this b*tch, my n*gga Juice

[Lord Infamous]
Lord Soze

[DJ Paul]
Louder n*gga let em know!

[La Chat]
I'm pull the trigga n*gga b*tch, it's [La Chat] ho

[Frayser Boy]
Yeah you got Frayser Boy in this muthaf*cka
Bout to ride on one of you b*tch-made n*ggas

[DJ Paul]
And ya boy DJ muthaf*ckin Paul
Like thiiiiiiiis
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
n*gga get all ya boys, tell em bring all they guns
And being ya'll some hoes I get the heater when you come
When I dump to hit your pressure point with .44 slugs
On this medicine, a felon is committed by this thug
Head bust, they took ya in mood, huh
Pistol whip you for a hour, leave ya skull f*cked up
Pop some double bucks To ya nuts
Cough em up
sl*t Chop the meat up
Then I call em triple six guts

[Verse 2: La Chat]
Who run, I know you know
Quit playin, you hatin' ho
La Chat, can't take no mo
We brangin it to the dome
I got the tec-9, four-five, can't forget the AK
Finna take you to the streets, blow you b*tches clean away
Mayne I'm sick and tired of you talking
I'm open with my dog and
Is it true that I will be stalkin'
And punkin' b*tches walkin'
Hope you n*ggas paying attention to everything I mention
sh*t I'm full up on that tension
I'm goin on a mission
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Now sippin' on some gin and some mo (Some mo)
Watchin n*ggas in the room snortin blow (Snortin blow)
They got weed, and it's already rolled (Ready rolled)
Quit baby sittin' that dope
Now I'm so f*ckin buzzed bout to faint (Bout to faint)
Sittin' back watch R Kelly tapes (Kelly's tapes)
E'rtime you see a playa I be high (I be high)
So come and get a lil piece of a n*gga pie

[Verse 4: Frayser Boy]
I'm a schizophrenic
Don't you panic
You can't handle it
So god dammit
You can't stand it
Leave you stranded
Push over n*gga, you been banded
I been blazin'
You are facin'
f*ckin killers in yo place and
Heart is pacin'
Ya'll be racin'
Bout to catch another case and
Killer n*gga
Driller n*gga
Kill a n*gga
Feel me n*gga
I don't give a f*ck bout what you sayin, I'm the illest n*gga
Pistol mother
Drama lover
Pop a sucka
Motherf*cka'
Like no other
I'm a lethal weapon like a Danny Glover
[Verse 5: Crunchy Black]
n*gga lemme tell you my specialty
My specialty is getting you n*gga
Lock and load wit that gun pullin' the trigga
How the f*ck you figure
That a n*gga ain't robbin' you n*ggas
When I'm out her n*gga trying to get like Jigga
Dippa yo body up when I kill you n*gga
Shouldn't have talked that sh*t cuz I'm pullin' triggas
How the f*ck ya'll n*ggas wanna go to war
When ya'll ain't bad enough for us boys

[Verse 6: DJ Paul]
See I'm the king of kings, Scarecrow's the lord of lords
And f*ckin' up in my kingdom is something you can't afford
Tryin to compete with Hypnotize man I wouldn't even try that
My lil keys cost seventy g's n*gga can you buy that
You wonderin' why I had the for sale sign in the yard
n*gga I sold my crib, my new house cost one million
And this some king sh*t, MTV crib sh*t
Your mouth done dropped
You startin' to drool u need a bib b*tch
Before you diss me n*gga turn your pockets inside out
Or clean your shoes and your pants
Break some starch right out
'Cause I'm the K-O-M, you wishin' you was down with this click
But you chose otherwise so you a clown to this click
And in the streets n*gga
You get nothing but frowns from this click
And we done covered all sides of this country lil b*tch
So if you ever get a chance to get inside the Source yeah right
You'll be like my n*gga Nas and all you'll have is one mic (All I need is one mic)

[DJ Paul]
Yeah this for all you muthaf*ckin' hoes
If you ever wanna know the muthaf*ckin' truth
It's in yo face, b*tch
Trying to use our muthaf*ckin' name to come up
You ain't muthaf*ckin' Hypnotize Minds you b*tch, you n*gga
And don't be trying to memorize the faces on the muthaf*ckin' videos
Cuz them ain't the n*ggas that's gone come to your muthaf*ckin' den n*gga
Where my muthaf*ckin' killas at n*gga
Yeah n*gga, where they at!

[Crunchy Blac]
Yeah Crunchy Blac up in this b*tch
For all you n*ggas that said I can't rap
n*gga I don't rap anyways, n*gga I rob

[DJ Paul]
Yeah b*tch ass n*gga
b*tch-made hoes

[La Chat]
Hypnotize Camp
di*k ridin' b*tches
And n*gga f*ck ya'll b*tches

[DJ Paul]
And for all you hoes we'll stomp you muthaf*ckas short n*gga
Couldn't handle the heat get the f*ck up out the kitchen type n*ggas
sh*t get thicker for a weak n*gga ho