make my stomach sick How you always throw a fit, when you don't get what you want I finally figure out why you scream and shout As you steal the crown
the attire when I roll up with that thang, nigga I'm ridin' flow, but I don't wanna move in quarter keys I come from Texas, if you're Georgia just to fuck with
with caution And watch I work 'em like a auction No such thing as exhaustion No time for resting 'Cause I don't take breaks I just break records And I prefer the ball with
With rumble will sing their song of death In blood and corpses of the enemy Cruel triumph and gloomy fame March of victory tyrants Lords of war with
I prefer the ball with 3 seconds And I be legal with it all in 3 seconds Ya dig? That is a guarantee Apparently And please tell your defense Don't ever man to man with
'm wearin black like darth vader Were wearing black like we playin for the raiders in a black mercedes I fuck white bitches, I make love to black ladies, get head with her with
his children and worked with his hands At his family's forge in the patch of land In the dark of the New Forest But King William rode out after his victory
prepare a feast With the early morning mist news of victory arrived Triumph so great for a day in it's moment of glory The castle was suddenly filled with
m goin for the ring, I went to Beijing and came back with da bling, who dey want, dey want Kobe, and what he want, he want the trophy, the victory, and
goin for the ring, I went to Beijing and came back with da bling, who dey want, dey want Kobe, and what he want, he want the trophy, the victory, and
fight, hold ya sword tight with all your might, do whats right and shine ya light upon a hill, feel the thrill of Victory and satan can't get with me
