King Of Kings - DJ Paul (DJ保罗)

It is I my son the king of the muthaf**kin M

Awakened by all you hatin a** hoes ya b**ch you

And it's going muthaf**kin down

For all you muthaf**kin wannabe

Hypnotize Camp Posse azz niggas

Who we got in this muthaf**ka

Ni**a count em out

Crunchy Blac up in this b**ch my ni**a Juice

Lord Soze

Louder ni**a let em know

I'm pull the trigga ni**a b**ch

It's La Chat hoe

Yeah you got Frayser Boy in this muthaf**ka

Bout to ride on one of you b**ch-made niggas

And ya boy DJ muthaf**kin Paul

Like this

Ni**a get all ya boys tell em bring all they guns

And being ya'll some hoes

I get the heater when you come

When I dump to hit your pressure point with 44 slugs

All this medicine a felon is committed by this thug

Head bust they took ya in mood huh

Cuz we'll rip you for whatever

And leave ya skull f**ked up

Pop some double bucks

To ya nuts

Cough em up

Slut

Drop the meat up

Then I call em triple six guts

Who run I know you know

Quit playin you damned hoe

La Chat can't take no mo

We brangin it to the dome

I got the tec-9 four-five can't forget the AK

Finna take you to the streets

Blow you b**ches clean away

Mayne I'm sick and tired of you talking

I'm open with my dog and

Is it true that I will be stalkin

And punkin b**ches walkin

Hope you niggas paying attention to everything I mention

Sh*t I'm full up on that tension

I'm goin on a mission

Now sippin on some gin and some mo

Watchin niggas in the room snortin blow

They got w**d and it's already rolled

Quick babies in that doe

Now I'm so f**kin buzzed bout to faint

Sittin back watch R Kelly tapes

E'rtime you see a playa I be high

So come and get a lil piece of a ni**a pie

I'm a schizophrenic

Don't you panic

You can't handle it

So god dammit

You can't stand it

Leave you stranded

Push over ni**a you been banded

I been blazin

You are facin

F**kin killers in yo place and

Heart is pacin

Ya'll be racin

Bout to catch another case and

Killer ni**a

Driller ni**a

Kill a ni**a

Feel me ni**a

I don't give a f**k bout what you sayin

I'm the illest ni**a

Pistol mother

Drama lover

Pop a sucka

Motherf**ka

Like no other

I'm a lethal weapon like a Danny Glover

Ni**a lemme tell you my specialty

My specialty is getting you ni**a

Lock and load wit that gun pullin the trigga

How the f**k you figure

That a ni**a ain't robbin you niggas

When I'm out her trying to get like Jigga

Dippa yo body up when I kill you ni**a

Shouldn't have talked that sh*t cuz

I'm pullin triggas

How the f**k ya'll niggas wanna go to war

When ya'll ain't bad enough for us boys

See I'm the king of kings

Scarecrow's the lord of lords

And f**kin up with my kin is something you can't afford

Tryin to compete with Hypnotize man

I wouldn't even try that

My lil keys cost seventy g's ni**a can you buy that

You wonderin why

I had the for sale sign in the yard

Ni**a I sold my crib

My new house cost one million

And this some king sh*t MTV crib sh*t

You mouth is up you startin

To drool u need a bib b**ch

Before you diss me ni**a

Turn your pockets inside out

Or clean your shoes and your pants

Break some starch right out

Cuz I'm the K-O-M

You wishin you wuz down with this click

But you chose otherwise

So you a clown to this click

And in the streets ni**a

You get nothing but frowns from this click

And we done covered all sides of this country lil b**ch

So if you ever get a chance to get

Inside the Source yeah right

You'll be like my ni**a Nas

And all you'll have is one mic

All I need is one mic

Yeah this for all you muthaf**kin hoes

If you ever wanna know the muthaf**kin truth

It's in yo face b**ch

Trying to use our muthaf**kin name to come up

You ain't muthaf**kin Hypnotize Minds you b**ch you ni**a

And don't be trying to memorize the faces

On the muthaf**kin videos

Cuz them ain't the niggas that's

Gone come to your muthaf**kin den ni**a

Where my muthaf**kin killas at ni**a

Yeah ni**a where they at

Yeah Crunchy Blac up in this b**ch

For all you niggas that said I can't rap

Ni**a I don't rap anyways ni**a I rob

Yeah b**ch a** ni**a

B**ch-made hoes

Hypnotize Camp

Dick ridin b**ches

And ni**a f**k ya'll b**ches

And for all you hoes we'll stomp you

Muthaf**kas short ni**a

Couldn't handle the heat

Get the f**k up out the kitchen type niggas

Sh*t get thicker for a weak ni**a hoe