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I am the king of the city, top windows, I'm puffin' like Diddy
'cause the haters face mad, team gritty
Honk your horn twice if your missies pretty

I am the king of the city, top down windows, I'm like Diddy
'cause the haters face mad, team gritty
Honk your horn twice if your lookin' pretty

Well, if you run wit your niggas, then I with my killas
Mo you will never have a woman, as long as I'm the dealer
What you feelin', sure you want
I brought my slums, cats like rums
And money in large sums and and guns

Baby mamas wit sons, afraid to let you have it
If you trip with their ones you tripled your fare
What I hear is and no no
You get on your mark, get set and go go
Like Jagged Edge leave ya more Def So So
Type of person continue sit in the front row

Get hands out my pocket, you don't want just blow blow
The bird I get wit more is the doe-doe
They be like oh, oh, it's what they screamin' from the
[Incomprehensible] timber is I hit 'em wit the axe
Put ya gun away and you live to see another day
Come in head, run and done and like Adele

I am the king of the city, top down windows, I'm puffin' like
Ridin' 'cause the haters mad, team gritty
Honk your twice if your missies lookin' pretty

I am the king of the city, top down windows, I'm puffin' like
Ridin' 'cause the haters mad, team gritty
Honk your horn twice if your missies lookin'

Asked you got a Range, boy I been had wheels
Aiyyo you think you little change, yeah my dirties love me truly
I remember you use to that thang, ya never knew me
And ya used to gangs, uh-huh

Yo, when I rock Vokal, either Timb's or Nikes
When I step in my Prada, I'ma the ice
When the 'Tics do a show, rock the mic
Born in "New Jack City" like Wesley

Drive a SS M.C. racing stripes
Runnin' two P's of L.G., flip it
round with cats who bust and they don't think twice
Nothing but shots, no coming back twice

All I knew was hustling and rolling the
Scraping up dimes for whole-orders of China Men
Now I sacrificed my life for publishing
Hoping everything be aight

St. Lunatics at the Super bowl, top row super blowed
Rams on the 24 second two to go, now we in the Louis tho
It's two hundred degrees, I'm drivin' about 103
With a S.T.L. hat on, top down a blunt
You know I'm wit the windows up

I be the young Chief into kung-fu with sun-do
Come through, Beanie Man, you don't want to
How you, think you can, I'm from the city
Where the muddy Mississippi sink you, man
I'm getting brains in the Range with the blown out
TV's, the wood grain and them thangs rolled out

I am the king of the city, top down windows, I'm puffin' Diddy
'cause the haters face mad, team gritty
Honk your horn if your missies lookin' pretty

I am the king of the city, top windows, I'm puffin' like Diddy
Ridin' 'cause the haters face mad, gritty
Honk your horn twice if missies lookin' pretty

It's like a hot day in July, bangin' when I fool guys
the credible, edible, federal when I'm high
On the hills on the lane, '64 Chevy the
Blown, gone, spread foam, and chrome

How you mama, my name is Lee
I be the M.C you heard of
St. Lunatics, up, I'm like "Okay," all the sun out
Ice down but I still a gun out

Feel bow down, it's real rap verbally peelin' cats off da map
Turf shake 16 of earthquake
If I do the whole song boom, Vietnam
You see it wrong, so gone leave you alone
Put my mind back on, who I'ma to take home
Got mine, get cha own, grab a cell call Big
Need some Air Max 'cuz dem boys bobbin' stone and a

I am the king of the city, top down windows, I'm puffin' like
Ridin' the haters face mad, team gritty
your horn twice if your missies lookin' pretty

I am the king of the city, top windows, I'm puffin' like Diddy
Ridin' the haters face mad, team gritty
Honk your twice if your missies lookin' pretty

I am the king of the city, top windows, I'm puffin' like Diddy
Ridin' the haters face mad, team gritty
Honk your horn twice if your missies pretty

I am the king of the city, top down windows, I'm puffin' like
'cause the haters face mad, team gritty
Honk your horn twice if your missies lookin'