Joey Trap - The King lyrics

[Intro] Ah, mm King of this sh*t, ni**a ([?] made this one) Big 33, got a big 33, got a (Ayo Tasso, make a beat) Ayy, ayy [Verse] Big 33, got a big 33, it's a coffin (Ayy) b*tch, I'm the king of this sh*t, why everyone keep on claimin' the spot? Ah, ah, ah b*tch, I'm the king of this sh*t, why everyone keep on claimin' the spot? I won't die easy, lil' b*tch, 'fore you touch me than you're touching my Glock Big 33, get a big 33, ni**a, watch, pop I got your shorty, she loosen her dress and her top, ayy I tell her, "Do what I say," I tell her, "Do what I do" Jump the jump, baby you move when I move, I put it all on for you Go left then right, we finna go to the bank I told her pull out the [?] and get sh*t right We finna rob them ni**as, let's make it worse tonight Go rob them, ni**a I got your shorty to go hit a lick on her own man I'm talkin' to her, I make the b*tch think it's her own plan Big 33, get a big 33, now you all jammed You was just talkin' and you was just flexin' with no bands Ah, he was a pussy, I knew that already [?] if she happen to talk, but ain't gettin' fetty We get to walkin' and we get to sparkin', I'm sorry I'm petty Been beggin', askin' for verses, my ni**a, you should've been ready I count bands, bands, bands, bands, bands (Bands, bands) He see the Glock and he ran, ran, ran (Uh), ran (Ran) Ayy, shut the fu*k up, ni**a, damn You fu*kin' up all the plans, why would I give you a chance? Ah, I been with the sh*ts I got 'em fighting Mike Vick I been in the sh*t and you just a prince Why would I love me a b*tch to take all my riches? What is this sh*t? I walk around with a stick, the king of the sh*t, I been gettin' rich [Outro] Ayo Tasso, make a beat