there if God is everywhere I wait for nothing, take my chances let it ride Maybe there's an answer but it's buried by the lies Somebody told me that it's
译文: 国王的X. 运行.
Chorus x2: word is out hysteria ya heard about Nas and Junior Gong came to turn it out body the verses til they scream murder out the kings is bacc time
picture You know father time and we all know mother nature It's all in the family, but I am of no relation No matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration
life. Walk on with your scars, don't turn around run utill you see light, till you see light. Yeah. Uh The long road to success is dangerous That's why
Shit that I needed stuck with me from the classroom Real talk now who's the king of New York now Boys got safe's in the house I got a vault now Yeaaaaaaaaaa (Chorus x
As long as it's funky....alright..okay [yeah] As long as it's funky...alright As long as it's funky...alright...okay As long as it's funky...funky for
for my people (2x) Everyone equal (4x) I'm doing this for my people (2x) You keep doin you, Ima keep doin me Save my community(4x) I'm speaking to
Somethin (what) Do Somethin, Do Somethin (what) Nigga Do Somethin (Chorus 2x) I Remember One Sunday We Hit The SceneIt Was Packed Sittng On 22's
2] Say that red hat them red b`s white b`s 23`s out the Bentley and we stay fly hunded g`s p-r-p`s hum v`s We d boys getting money on dem 25`s 5 star
that life brings The poor man has it all but not content with anything While the rich man's hands are empty but he's sitting like a king Fire's burning
care Lil Mama what's the deal You got a nice body, I'm hungry now baby tell me how you feel. Because if you ain't there we can do foreplay Girl let's
to be me, put his face on TV From the tec blow, I asked my ex-hoes Pass off some info for a pair of X.O.'s Write the check low, I don't do that I told
South boy don't run your mouth boy sshhh.... 'cause I'll have Al Capone at your house boy pull up in my drop top, you like boy to you it's a Bentley,
And you're sure to get dropped like a trick, nothings even up my sleeve A million albums sold and it's hard to believe well it's true homeboy It's not
Jon run di city (That's what's up!) Disappear when yuh see we (That's what's up!) Jamaicans nah nuh pity (That's what's who!) That's what's up! (A weddy
spittin' son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got about fifty guns and I love all of 'em the same, bang bang! Damn baby girl what's
let him fall!" Stretched out on the flo', gettin fucked up All I saw was knucklehammers and bottom of niggaz Chuck's Bitches screamin, "Kick that nigga ass for me!" He's
