| Whatever you do, young king, don’t wind up dead
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| Young queen, cross your legs
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| Put a crown on your head and remove the chain
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| Even diamond chains are for slaves
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| Don’t set foot in no penitentiary
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| Oh, don’t taste the poison
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| No, don’t you bail on your family
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| No, no, no, no, no, no
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| 'Cause they don’t know you’re royalty
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| But they gonna know when they see us
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| A known fraud once fell on his own sword
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| Scrawny as a fiend, he’ll tell on his own broad
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| His lady’s crazy, that bugs me
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| Behind her best friends back, she call her best friend baby ugly
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| Less than a week ago, he’s beatin' his dick to a freak he know
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| Talkin' dirty to him on speaker phone
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| Right before he cleaned up, his girl creeped up
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| Swung a knife, hit his cheekbone, made a deep cut
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| He holdin' his face, he out the door
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| She yellin' out the window, «You could stay with that whore»
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| Hours went past, stitched up with the gauze
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| Gettin' drunk by the store, smokin' blunts with some more
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| Fraud ass niggas who like to front and big talk, never swung on nobody
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| Never let a gun spark
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| Big '97 Benz with the old body, pulls up to the corner, out jumps his whole body
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| Whatever you do, young king, don’t wind up dead
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| Young queen, cross your legs
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| Put a crown on your head and remove the chain
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| Even diamond chains are for slaves
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| Don’t set foot in no penitentiary
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| Oh, don’t taste the poison
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| No, don’t you bail on your family
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| No, no, no, no, no, no
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| 'Cause they don’t know you’re royalty (Nigga)
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| But they gonna know when they see us
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| Yo, football wives, basketball wives
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| Mistresses slash more tires with knives, they lookin for a dollar
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| I’m lookin' for a Joanne Chesimard to turn to Assata
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| Spot a king of diamonds, onyx, one bitch get it off the floor
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| Other chick, out of her mans pockets
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| What kind of shows you be watchin'?
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| It shows, this is how we choose who we should rock with
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| I’m thinkin' 'bout settling down again, have more seeds
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| Ten toes on the ground again, let hoes be
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| Nothin' like makin' love with somebody you love
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| Nothin' like comin' home to grub
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| Netflix, hugs with a wet kiss, the best shit
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| Take my mind off of makin' records
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| I need that moral support
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| Give me a reason to spoil you more
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| Make 'em jealous of who we are
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| Whatever you do, young king, don’t wind up dead
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| Young queen, cross your legs
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| Put a crown on your head and remove the chain
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| Even diamond chains are for slaves
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| Don’t step foot in a penitentiary
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| Oh, don’t taste the poison
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| No, don’t you bail on your family
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| No, no, no, no, no, no
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| 'Cause they don’t know you’re royalty
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| But they gonna know when they see us
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| Tryna get my niggas legitimate, shit is ugly
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| My dude’s strugglin', drug dealer shit
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| Silhouette of a murderer, thug nigga, fitted Mets cap
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| Drunk, liquor bit, young black militant, just hopin' I hit a lick
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| A criminal’s wit, intelligence, still a menace each Guinness I sip
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| Brainy kid ideas, the visions I get
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| How this dude rich? |
| He snuck in with no citizenship
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| Motivation, so I get off my ass, I’ma star in a movie
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| Lookin' for my supportin' cast, read the Forbes pages
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| Lookin' at G4's, wish it could be more, pray I beat the court cases
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| Women with small waists, lonely, I ain’t too far
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| Smoke weed and count paper, I’m about paper and pussy
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| And buyin' the bar, fly ass niggas, y’all jealous of who we are
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| Whatever you do, young king, don’t wind up dead
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| Young queen, cross your legs
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| Put a crown on your head and remove the chain
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| Even diamond chains are for slaves
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| Don’t set foot in no penitentiary
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| Oh, don’t taste the poison
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| No, don’t you bail on your family
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| No, no, no, no, no, no
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| 'Cause they don’t know you’re royalty
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| But they gonna know when they see us |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Royalty , by - Nas. Song from the album The Lost Tapes 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп