and the burning kiss No longer need excuses Take my hand, I am here for you All is well, we've broken the spell Take my hand, I'll be there for you All
Tradução: Mark King. Toma Mi Mano.
Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own [Hook] I got Gucci's on my feet Diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my wrist Bitches on my dick But
I wear my pride on my sleeve like a bracelet If God had an iPod, I'd be on his playlist My phrases amazes the faces in places The favourite, huh My cup
My brother Lance said "Latifah you got to make them get up off their feet" So I put my rhyme to a DJ Mark beat Ample samples, this for example Are made by the 45 King
I speak the poetry, dissing those who keep on quoting me Try to play me, cease it, you don't know me So smile in my face, behind my back take a line or
I got the cards, so I'm dealing a death blow You're taking no crowns, put that on cease My DJ's name is Mark the 45 King to the posse Peace, got to let
the Ziggens' around the world. To Jack the third. To Julia Parker. Hey Jeff the king Where's my mic stands? Martini with his forty ounce in hand. To
t say it, preacher) I was born on a blood stained table Cord wrapped around my neck Epilectic 'til the age of 7 I was sure heaven marked the deck (we
king devine forced to shine head burst open like a bottle of Pine use penmenship when I write my script blunt spark em' and them mark em' homeless Killa
am so outrageous I wear my pride on my sleeve like a bracelet If god had a iPod, I'd be on his playlist My phrases amazing, the faces and places, the favorite My
with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand
Picture at the funeral No casket You bistards be missin' My jewels, my whip My rims we bitchin' My guns be the heat That'll make you blister My mens, my
the, the king They wanna be the, the, the king They wanna be the, the, the king They wanna be the, the, the king (king) Uh Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot
walk with my killas Mo you will never have a woman, yeah as long as I'm the dealer What you feelin', sure you want some I brought my slums, cats play
wants to be the king But it's all right though, I got my eyes on the prize Money in my draw, bigger picture in my eyes Hands around my testicles, little
harder Tryin' to not to take your bitch or tryin' to get rid of my own I've got Gucci's on my feet, diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my wrist, bitches on my
