Letras:
King S X Bad Luck

you on me the serpent is rising growing stronger every day you will see him in the future you may have seen him today 666 seven years bad luck you

Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman Fuck a peace plan of citizen bystands But shit is in my hands, here's your life span For what your life's worth

Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman Fuck a peace plan of citizen bystands But shit is in my hands, here's your life span For what your life's worth

the wheels to my car And I can't roll without you My heart is a icebox It's cold without you Why'd you have to leave me this way? I'm doing bad. You don

all the bad bitches I'm a known drug dealer I always have 50's And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit me SS'S on 26's watchin some television

with KRS and don't make sense Kris represents all MC's, that rock with ease I'm not conceited, I got confidence in my abilities Agility's my credibility

: [King T] x4 Outro: [King T] We make, make, money, money, make, money, money, money (x4) We take money, take money, take money, money, money (x4) [

finger and freeze ya chest cop you a new beamer the beads is next and even though it's a want I need the sex I hope it's just insecurity Cause' I know

beheaded it Gassed up, fuckin' with some regular unleaded shit Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that Bind-in, X marks the spot on the scope Heavily armed military is necessary, it's a gamble MC's