Prevail - Reclaim the Throne lyrics

[Hook 1] Tre Nyce Nice pistol mine is chrome Where'd I get this wrist full of shiny stones By writin these live hooks rhymes and poems Swollen is back to reclaim the throne Kingdom come, ba** lines and bring them drums This is game time play mine we're number one Kingdom come, ba** lines bring them drums This is game time play mine we're number one [Verse 1] Madchild I'm a jacked up motorhead yup Sippin a soda pop Trouble on my block Not a shock we don't go to cops We make house calls With shotguns and loaded Glocks Gold and platinum plaques back to back Cause we sold a lot Everyday I come home with more than I left with Writing raps, settin traps Getting cash, I'm an expert A battleaxe attached to my necklace f** around it's a d**h wish I'm building with my fans to perfect this Especially fresh to d**h that's what the click is People saying Madchild that white boy's the sickest Meticulously particular I'm kicking up dust I'm definitly the next to blow so shut the f** up Back to reclaim the throne But brought some friends along We got the Bentley, got the Benz, we got the engines on b**hes in bikinis studio at the crib I'm in the hot tub poppin pills and eatin ribs with a bib I'm drinking Pepsi watching Scarface in the theater room Two cuties rubbing my shoulders putting me in the mood Life's good and I ain't got no problem sharing the wealth With my bros no point in being at the top by yourself [Hook 2] Tre Nyce Nice whip yo mine is fast Where'd I get this fat pocket full of cash From selling llello Mary Jane and Hash Battleaxe is back and yo we came to smash Kingdom come, ba** lines bring them drums This is game time play mine we're number one Kingdom come, ba** lines bring them drums This is game time play mine we're number one [Verse 2] Young Kazh Baby, I know you see me Looking hard through binoculars Young money, fat knocks, African rocks for ya KC battleaxe cha-ching, we mop it up Van to T dot, nobody stoppin us Rappers talk tough, end up calling the cops on us You rather shoot it out You don't want to box with us Pocket full of high notes so I call it the opera Mobster Used to eating steaks and lobster [Verse 3] Tre Nyce Ayo my game is proper and my aim is to gwap up But you should never throw rocks at the throne My knights real don like Al Capone Run up in your crib, snatch you outta your home Split your wig and blow your mind out of your soul a**hole I only beef with those impeding my cash flow I think things through before lettin the Mac go But oh oh oh no, young Trizzle is not so [Hook 1] Tre Nyce Nice pistol mine is chrome Where'd I get this wrist full of shiny stones By writin these live hooks rhymes and poems Swollen is back to reclaim the throne Kingdom come, ba** lines and bring them drums This is game time play mine we're number one Kingdom come, ba** lines bring them drums This is game time play mine we're number one