Letras:
Nine Lyin King

bing I hate the lyin' king Nobody out there be mislead So nobody out there be mislead Nobody out there be mislead Stop lying y'all Who da lyin' king

think you're soft like that trick, Mother Hubbard Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods Like Mother goose, who lived in a shoe; Next door to your weak-ass crew. Nine

Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio Talkin' bout

' wit Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio Talkin

wanna be us keep tryin, we buyin, he's lyin [Chorus] [Nelly] Uhh.. uhh, ladies! [Remy Martin] We like, fuck, that; I need a stack And like, forty-nine

weather, Ms. Jackson Ten times out of nine, now if I'm lyin; fine The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline King meets queen, then the

two, he gonna pop to seven hundred Times sixty two, twenty four eight is what I do So fuck what 'cha do If I told ya cocaine number's you think I was lyin

out a frame Ain't a coach on the planet that can take me out the game My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King A Midwest rider like my dirty

' Battlin' in the street, whatever, check this out, yo [Killah Priest] It's Priest standin' in his greatness, God's favorite I rock the Star like King