Goodfella - The Ruler's Back lyrics

[Verse I] We were rolling deep in a Jeep, cruising the land Where freaks swallow n***as with 22's in they pants Right by where Lucifer stands, I chuck up the deuce That's King, the king pin, had instincts to k** things But the tear under his eye stamps his years in Sing Sing King asked my man Ha$H for a grand to fix things Help him back on his feet, King's a**ed out in the streets Washed out like his last pair of True Religion jeans Ha$H ain't have it, and if he did, he wouldn't fork it over “Here's the cheddar my n***a DON'T spend it all on Corona's” We dipped, I imagined that was money to flip Instead invested the sh** to buy the Tec on his lip The psychiatric ward in prison was picking his brain Linking pain as the reason why he stop slinging c**aine But they don't know what it is cause the n***a won't break Damn I can't believe King's on the brink of insane [Hook] Sit back, relax, crack open a six pack Backwoods wrap your Buddha sack As I yap and yap – The ruler's back Good's like the Slick Rick Of this new school of Rap! (My n***a, I swear) [Verse II] King saw life like a chess game and I related He was well-educated and understood why I refused to boost Pull trigger or run the j**el stickups With all these crooked n***as in the hood and look He was thinking forward like a Rook But now he's drinking again Staring at the man in the mirror with disgust, Vicodin crushed On the table unable to let a day go by Without his wife like time on a broken Seiko “My vida, you were the sun, moon, and my Earth The strippers in Cheetah couldn't come close to your worth I need ya like the sinners need Jesus in church Or worse, I need you like the addicts itching for Percs” [Hook] Sit back, relax, crack open a six pack Backwoods wrap your Buddha sack As I yap and yap – The ruler's back Good's like the Slick Rick Of this new school of Rap! (My n***a, I swear) [Verse III] Their son was a pawn to the curse, lost during birth Shorty went back on her word like she's wet for the thirst Then out of nowhere he burst: "b**h, I'm going berserk I hope the same voices k** you when I'm dead in a hearse” He pulled it, at last stood frozen and firm The bullet jammed, he's shook, man, with trembling hands King's carries a weight, no living man can withstand He's embodies the pain that got Robin Williams hanged The bishops hand him tissues and teach him to disregard Cause the tear in his eye that no longer defined who King was But the n***a don't listen vindictive on a mission With loaded ammunition to finish unfinished business [Outro] Take it back before it got worst Met the queen of his dream when he was king of the turf… My n***a they tell me that the ruler's back Haha, I sit back with my Buddha sack, straight chillin' [Skit: GoodFella & (Moor)] Yo, this dank got me tripping the f** out! (The dank? Nah fam, that's the muffin you ate You ain't know it was laced with LSD? Oh, you really bout to bug out!)