Niggas cannot walk with my killers, mo, you will never have a winning hand As long as I'm the dealer, what you feelin'? Sure you want some? I run with some, cats play like they bums Got money and large sums, got navigators and guns Baby mamas with sons, ain't afraid to let you have it Trip with they loved ones, or ride here in Moas A no-no, you best get on your mark, get set, and go, go My jagged edge'll leave you more deafer than so-so Type of person come to your show and sit in the front row I ain't got my pockets, no one, it's just blow-blow The only boot I deal with, mo, is the do-do It's what they screamin' from the back Play it to me It's when I hit em with the axe, bitch, you run away And you might live to see another day of comin' here Grenade gunnin', bustin' like underlayer I am the king of this city Top-down windows, I'm puffin' like nitty Ridin' past the haters' face, mad team pretty Pump your horn twice if the missus lookin' pretty Even before I am the king of this city Top-down windows, I'm puffin' like nitty Ridin' past the haters' face, mad team pretty Pump your horn twice if the missus lookin' pretty So now you got a range? Mo, I been had groupies Hey, y'all, you think you got a lil' change? Yeah, but my dirty, they love me, too I remember you used to shoot that thing Yeah, I never knew you Hey, y'all, you used to claim games Uh-huh Y'all, when I rock, my cow is either Timbs or Nice When I stub it in my Prada, I'ma rock the ice When the Ticks do a show, I'ma rock the mic Born in New Jack City like Wesley Snipes Drive a SS MC with racer stripes Frontin' two P's of LG, flip it twice Hangin' around Castle Bus, man, they don't think twice Nothin' but dome shots, no comin' back twice All I do was hustlin' and rollin' the dice Scrapin' up dimes for old orders of Chinaman Rice Now I sacrifice my life for publishin' rights Hopin' everything gon' be alright Stankin' on that Tex at the Super Bowl Top roll, gettin' super blow Rams on the 24, second down, two to go Now I'm here in Louisville, it's two below 100 degrees I'm drivin' about 103 with a STL hat on Top down, holdin' the blunt You know I'm smokin' with the windows up I be the gung-do, chief in the kung-fu With sun-do, kung-fu Beatin' that you don't really want to How come you think you can? I'm from the city where the muddy Mississippi Might sink you, man I'm keepin' brains in the range With the brains blowin' out The TV's a wood grain Them thangs rolled out So I am the king of this city Top down, windows up, puffin' light and gritty Ridin' past the haters, face mad, team gritty Honk your horn twice if the missus lookin' pretty I am the king of this city Top down, windows up, puffin' light and gritty Ridin' past the haters, face mad, team gritty Honk your horn twice if the missus lookin' pretty It's like a hot day in July Just bangin' when I feel bad Stayin' credible, edible Federal when I'm high On the heels of the lane 64 Chevy, the brains Gone, gone, spring foam, wood and chrome How you doin', mom? My name is Lee, I be that fabulous MC You heard of St. Louis chicks? Word up! I'm like, okay All the sun out Ice down, but I still pull a gun out Feel that? Bow down, it's real rap Verbally feel the cap as I stomp the map Turf shake, 16 bars, a earthquake And if I do the whole song It's Vietnam, you see it wrong So I'ma go and leave you alone Put my mind back on Who I'ma bond and take home Got mine, get choned *** a cell, call Patron Need some Mad Max Cause the park poppin' like stones and all I am the king of this city Top down, windows up, puffin' light and gritty Ridin' past the haters, face mad, team gritty Honk your horn twice if the missus lookin' pretty I am the king of this city Top down, windows up, puffin' light and gritty Ridin' past the haters, face mad, team gritty Honk your horn twice if the missus lookin' pretty I am the king of this city Top down, windows up, puffin' light and gritty Ridin' past the haters, face mad, team gritty Honk your horn twice if the missus lookin' pretty I am the king of this city Top down, windows up, puffin' light and gritty Ridin' past the haters, face mad, team gritty Honk your horn twice if the missus lookin' pretty