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Genre
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Peak #7,678
Peak in subgenre #4,372
Author
soul one
Rights
(c)king.j
Uploaded
January 13, 2004
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MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
LONG LIVE THE KING
..NEW SHIT..
ayo id like to welcome the world to the freestyle dungeon
where keys get lost quick and thieves get shot runnin
yous a bitch if u was thinkin i wouldnt go down fighten
god spoke out in my mind so i had to put it in written
..SOUL ONE..
ayo ma raps attack from new orleans to atlanta
i deliver hood presents so most niggas call me santa
i could wake up broke and good 2 sleep wit bags of money
and laugh at these fake rappers cuz they drug game is funny
im liven my dreams so i shoot smiles at all offenders
knock off all rappers like chocolate bar contenders
its a fight to the finish holdin a bible and a myke
a battle between the gods of these underground fights
turn the lights out--lights out--we all fear the dark
and u should fear ma knife as i push against ya heart
i give no second chances and kill at first impressions
suspection of narcotics and so pack my protection
ma mid name is joseph-i respect our holy father
i stand in burnin fire-ma throne-under water
u couldnt put out ma flames if ur dady was a fire-man
i burn threw storm camps and ma style is on fire-man
i could press free albums and still makeout double
i hang wit drug lords which brings me close 2 trouble
chek it
ayo
scolion on the throne
yea
ayo
chek this
i could care less fo cops i sell dope and stash ma chips
and if a pig pulls up my partna fills his ass wit clips
bodys dip under the light in ma cold hearted city
the priest could be ya father but he aint feelin any pitty
i could spit frees in heaven and charge yall cats a dolla
but i wouldnt touch ya cash treaten the myke like ma fatha
play tha game,know ya name,rep love to the fullest
ma name is Mr. Shotgun hold me down when u pull-shit
id like to end my life spitten get shot up fo being real
i slash and steal and right nigga fo the paper meal
fuk wat i feel i wanna hold gats and nines in pressure
live ma ass to ma last breath and survive threw the hardest measures
i dont call maself a gangsta cuz most call me silent crimez
relaten to hard times spitten the truth between my lines
yee
bak at it
to live a story to tell and write about it erry night
im still looken fo my future geten closer to the light
as i write i reload thoughts of present past hard times
so i think about ma life and i write it all between the lines
i sold drugs,got in to fights,stole shit and got caught
now i move ma ass in silence still leaven the wallet hot
its bright ,i blink tryin to find my eyes from heaven
but then i wake up and its only like 20 past seven
damm
i need sum sleep..
- TUPAC - CHANGES ACCAPELLA-
i massacre mykes like im a freestylen monster
if i wasnt born in rap then god would not be my sponsor
i got no love fo enemies my beef dreams hurt bitches
steppen to stitches road of the riches wit no glitches
its soul one muthafucka, a new day and a new time
u can suk ma fuken nuts if u got some beef in mind
muthafucka
chea
im sick of these pussy mc's
steppin to the kid without even thinkin
its not about the fight
yo,its about the outcome
its on top yall
soul one got shit
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