| What, 5'9″, I’m the King
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| What, yeah, what, yo
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| I’mma rhyme 'til I can’t rhyme no more
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| Burn 'til I can’t burn no more
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| Shine 'til there’s no shine no more
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| 'til the Earth can’t turn no more
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| Until I’m 5'9″ no more, I’m the king
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| I’mma rhyme 'til I can’t rhyme no more
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| Burn 'til I can’t burn no more
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| Shine 'til there’s no shine no more
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| 'til the Earth can’t turn no more
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| Until I’m 5'9″ no more, I’m the king
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| Y’all niggas is real cocky on the street 'til I drop you on ya knees
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| Knock you on ya feet, I’m like Rocky on the reach
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| I rain while you hope to sustain dope in this game
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| Somethin' you can’t stop, you can only hope to contain
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| I can aim so I blaze my tool
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| I got a name from usin' pocket change to pay my dues, niggas know
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| I’m sharp as a shank and about as soft as you think
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| I’m hangin from the cross of your link, you get offered a drink and
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| Niggas is fast learners, you’re only as hot
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| As the back burner from mad rappers and clap burners
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| Talk to the foot thinkin' you real
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| I’m starin' at the face of ya bill forgettin' how George Washington looks
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| You came to box a nigga that’s flat out dirty
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| Just name the spot and I’ll be there a half hour early
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| I write for the purpose to express a view
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| A nigga that’s wack? |
| You a nigga that I don’t like as a person
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| I’mma rhyme 'til I can’t rhyme no more
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| Burn 'til I can’t burn no more
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| Shine 'til there’s no shine no more
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| 'til the Earth can’t turn no more
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| Until I’m 5'9″ no more, I’m the king
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| I’mma rhyme 'til I can’t rhyme no more
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| Burn 'til I can’t burn no more
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| Shine 'til there’s no shine no more
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| 'til the Earth can’t turn no more
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| Until I’m 5'9″ no more, I’m the king
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| I’m in shape to give you a quick whoopin', hard asshole in the wall
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| Frownin' up, niggas thinkin' you sick cause you sick lookin', I’m heated
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| And I’mma go to trial blowin' my triggers
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| Y’all niggas ain’t rough, you need to smile more in ya pictures
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| Split somebody, and serve the nigga whose style you bit
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| That bit like ten niggas that bit somebody
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| Top of the world, all that’s around you is beneath me
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| Me learnin' from your mistakes is the only way you can teach me
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| More thunder, cockin' big heat
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| So undergrounds niggas wit' beef can get more under, 6 feet
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| Man ya missles, I plan to diss you
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| Unleash wit' about 30 punches before the first lands and hits you
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| Niggas I doubt y’all cause I’m an outlaw
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| Right-handed, built with a left that can out arm wrestle a southpaw
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| Gun shine bright, y’all niggas? |
| Y’all need to rhyme like 5'9″
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| Unsigned with hype, King
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| I’mma rhyme 'til I can’t rhyme no more
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| Burn 'til I can’t burn no more
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| Shine 'til there’s no shine no more
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| 'til the Earth can’t turn no more
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| Until I’m 5'9″ no more, I’m the king
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| I’mma rhyme 'til I can’t rhyme no more
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| Burn 'til I can’t burn no more
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| Shine 'til there’s no shine no more
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| 'til the Earth can’t turn no more
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| Until I’m 5'9″ no more, I’m the king
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| I’m the king (On the microphone)
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| I’m the king (No, no I ain’t jokin')
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| I’m the king (That's in command, that’s in command)
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| I’m the king (On the microphone)
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| I’m the king (The funk rhymin' master)
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| I’m the king (That's in command, that’s in command)
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| I’m the king |