La Chat - King Of Kings lyrics

[DJ Paul talking] It is I my son, the king of the muthaf**in M Awakened by all you hatin a** hoes, ya b**h you And it's going muthaf**in down For all you muthaf**in wannabe Hypnotize Camp Posse azz n***as Who we got in this muthaf**a, n***a count em out [Crunchy Blac] Crunchy Blac up in this b**h, my n***a Juice [Lord Infamous] Lord Soze [DJ Paul]: Louder n***a let em know! [La Chat]: I'm pull the trigga n***a b**h, it's [La Chat] ho [Frayser Boy] Yeah you got Frayser Boy in this muthaf**a Bout to ride on one of you b**h-made n***as [DJ Paul] And ya boy DJ muthaf**in Paul Like thiiiiiiiis [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] n***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 On this medicine, a felon is committed by this thug Head bust, they took ya in mood, huh Pistol whip you for a hour, leave ya skull f**ed up Pop some double bucks To ya nuts Cough em up s*ut Chop the meat up Then I call em triple six guts [Verse 2: La Chat] Who run, I know you know Quit playin, you hatin' ho 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**hes 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**hes walkin Hope you n***as paying attention to everything I mention sh** I'm full up on that tension I'm goin on a mission [Verse 3: Juicy J] Now sippin on some gin and some mo (some mo) Watchin n***as in the room snortin blow (snortin blow) They got weed, and it's already rolled (ready rolled) Quit baby sittin' that dope Now I'm so f**in buzzed bout to faint (bout to faint) Sittin back watch R Kelly tapes (Kelly's tapes) E'rtime you see a playa I be high (I be high) So come and get a lil piece of a n***a pie [Verse 4: Frayser Boy] 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 n***a, you been banded I been blazin You are facin f**in k**ers in yo place and Heart is pacin Ya'll be racin Bout to catch another case and k**er n***a Driller n***a k** a n***a Feel me n***a I don't give a f** bout what you sayin, I'm the illest n***a Pistol mother Drama lover Pop a s**a Motherf**a Like no other I'm a lethal weapon like a Danny Glover [Verse 5: Crunchy Black] n***a lemme tell you my specialty My specialty is getting you n***a Lock and load wit that gun pullin the trigga How the f** you figure That a n***a ain't robbin you n***as When I'm out her n***a trying to get like Jigga Dippa yo body up when I k** you n***a Shouldn't have talked that sh** cuz I'm pullin triggas How the f** ya'll n***as wanna go to war When ya'll ain't bad enough for us boys [Verse 6: DJ Paul] See I'm the king of kings, Scarecrow's the lord of lords And f**in up in my kingdom 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 n***a can you buy that You wonderin why I had the for sale sign in the yard n***a I sold my crib, my new house cost one million And this some king sh**, MTV crib sh** Your mouth done dropped You startin to drool u need a bib b**h Before you diss me n***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 n***a You get nothing but frowns from this click And we done covered all sides of this country lil b**h So if you ever get a chance to get inside the Source yeah right You'll be like my n***a Nas and all you'll have is one mic (all I need is one mic) [DJ Paul talking] Yeah this for all you muthaf**in hoes If you ever wanna know the muthaf**in truth It's in yo face, b**h Trying to use our muthaf**in name to come up You ain't muthaf**in Hypnotize Minds you b**h, you n***a And don't be trying to memorize the faces on the muthaf**in videos Cuz them ain't the n***as that's gone come to your muthaf**in den n***a Where my muthaf**in k**as at n***a Yeah n***a, where they at! [Crunchy Blac] Yeah Crunchy Blac up in this b**h For all you n***as that said I can't rap n***a I don't rap anyways, n***a I rob [DJ Paul] Yeah b**h a** n***a b**h-made hoes [La Chat] Hypnotize Camp Dick ridin b**hes And n***a f** ya'll b**hes [DJ Paul] And for all you hoes we'll stomp you muthaf**as short n***a Couldn't handle the heat get the f** up out the kitchen type n***as sh** get thicker for a weak n***a ho {*talking and yelling till end*}