| I sit back with this pack and this mac on my lap
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| And this weed that I breathe that give me the shit needed to be
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| One of the meanest Mc’s on this earth
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| I’m a beast, I’m a jerk
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| I’m a lion, I lurk
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| And I rose from the dirt, I was raised in the church
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| Sunny days, they would fade daddy gone, mama work
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| Many nights of me crying know the times will get worse
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| Plus them bills on the first, not a dime in the purse
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| Tears falling know it hurts, you can feel it in this verse
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| Me and Four was in the murk, now he laying and in a hearse
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| I can’t believe it, Lord Jesus reason why I’m so berserk
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| Its payback and I ain’t sparin neither one of you, word
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| I’m such a maniac bring it back on this beat I just can’t relax
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| I’m hottest not being modest you doubt it come see about it
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| It’s fuck 'em I mean it go play roulette with the demons
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| Will not regret what I’m speaking so say hello to the deacon
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| I’m a 2Pac in its season, a living Legend in flesh
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| And all the bad you think of me you gon' fucking regret
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| I am the struggle, I am the hustle, I do rep the ghetto
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| Fuck the Grammy’s I miss my granny in heaven she settle
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| I don’t need no fucking medal or the hype of you niggas
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| I’m a killa, I squeeze the feelin and life out you niggas
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| Bars after bars, on some penitentiary sentence
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| I’m the one you should worry 'bout, but pay no attention
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| Till I show with them choppers risen the lord amunition
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| All the time that they doubted me I am through with reminiscing
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| Gotta get it by any means, it’s my hustlers ambition
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| Put the bomb in yo mama car, when she crank the ignition
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| (Bomb exploding)
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| And I am, whatever you say I am
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| And if I wasn’t, then why would I say I am
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| K-I-N-G, The king I am
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| Yeah, it’s just the way it is
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| Cause I am, whatever you say I am
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| K-I-N-G I am
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| King of the South I am
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| Hood nation
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| We the motherfuckin best huh
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| Motherfuckin right I am |