Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro, artist - DJ BladeAlbum song KIng Of Kings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.05.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: PlayMaker
Song language: English
Intro |
| Just look in my eyes you can tell I’m a G |
| I ain’t no maybe between it, It’s just plain to see |
| I done been through it all |
| And I still stand tall |
| Done lost more than I gained |
| But still manage to ball |
| I’m MVP like Kobe |
| I made it rich off the streets |
| And got shot and robbed and did time from the streets |
| Took trips for bricks and made it right back safe |
| Done buried two of my brothers thats why I’m strapped with the K |
| They never said it was easy but me I like the fast cash |
| Been a boss since birth I had the change and bags |
| Now thirty some years later I’m still on the same shit |
| Catch me crossing the border with three bitches with bricks |
| I’m the neighborhood hero some say I’m an idol |
| Cause I move so quick and get that paper like Michael |
| I should’ve went to the pros from high school but no |
| I found myself in the trap cooking bagging up O’s |
| Hanging with the old heads I always thought I was grown |
| That’s why at sixteen years old I was out on my own |
| Staying house to house I dipped quick for cash |
| Wasn’t no living and chilling I had to chase that cash |
| Never been the club type I always wanted that money |
| While most danced and partied I was counting my money |
| You may be servin' my |
| I ran the streets on my own |
| I didn’t go back in until the dope was gone |
| Some say I was crazy but me I call it the hustle |
| They say cash run the world, well then cash is my muscle |
| I made plays off phones made $ 70,000 at home |
| Didn’t have to do no footwork I made a call to my clones |
| AKA my lil' goons don’t get it twisted they killers |
| Since I’m feeding my circle, Know they will die for a nigga |
| You ain’t get nowhere if you cross that line |
| And if it’s about my cash man yo ass is dying |
| I got a plug out in Cali |
| Got everything that I want |
| So when I’m done with my socket |
| I can go buy what I want |
| I bought an S550 all black with forgi’s |
| Rode that bitch though the hood and had multiple orgi’s |
| You couldn’t do what I do if I gave you my shoes |
| A lot of you niggas is lost with still something to prove |
| Don’t know the meaning of stacking |
| Don’t have a clue about the profit |
| While love made niggas ballin' they on the sideline watchin |
| You know them funny ass niggas |
| That always got something to say |
| Always flaugin' the bitches |
| Screaming that they getting paid |
| But really just in the way |
| It’s like nobody is straight |
| Everybody scream team but deep down they gay |
| Whatever happened to chiefs |
| Whatever happened to indians |
| Everybody’s a boss that’s why my young niggas getting 'em |
| Sticking straps to they face |
| Kicking doors in, robbing |
| No runnin' laps 'round you suckas |
| Nah, foreal I’m joggin' |
| I do this shit for the hood |
| I do this shit for the streets |
| Every time I drop I’m giving you more of me |
| Uncut foreal no soda just blow |
| You can cook feed the whole world this blow |
| I’m gymnastic with white |
| The God man with weed |
| I done sold it all |
| Except heroin and speed |
| I’m allergic to broke |
| Thats why I go so hard |
| And I don’t plan on stopping |
| Unless it’s a calling from God |
| All my niggas they huddle up saying Crim' go ham |
| That’s why I brought you this crack, Blow 3.5 Grams |
| All my niggas they huddle up saying Crim' go ham |
| That’s why I brought you this crack, Blow 3.5 Grams |
| Nigga! |