I don't give a fuck like F.E.M.A. Me and Hin off in the Beamer, that 745 Brick Squad right behind, they got seven .45's (Yo Gotti) All I do is win, I
, that brother who kicks flavs, God. Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard. I pack a gat, not a slingshot; step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like Rodney King
just another satellite, floatin through the dirty Its hard for you to see me cause I'm sittin on them 30s I'm transmittin live from interstate 45 Its the king
the skulls of doomed warriors [Phil Da Agony:] Ink in the bark Sharks come circle your block Thirsty niggas off the jerky and pot Workin' the slots 45
(vocal & piano) Recorded: by Joe Ruffino 1964 - Cosimo Matassa's Studio Musicians: S. Johnson - drums, C. Mitchell - bass Dr. John - gtr, Earl King -
I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on Took a fat nigga out in like 40secs My gun get hard wit a 45 still erects and eagle on Kangol
: Deep pockets with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall The cameras on with the make-up and all Swap six 45's, twist reefer in the flicks
lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on Took a fat nigga out in like 40secs My gun get hard wit a 45 still erects and eagle on Kangol hat
smoke a pillow (M-J!) G, I keeps it real potent Green-sticky that'll keep a buffalo chokin Come and go with me, creep off in my Chevy thang Doin 45,
up on his roof top Whole key, half a key, quarter key gucci got more quarters than a motherfuckin juke box Pop-pop hear the glock cock And I gotta Colt 45
same shit he spoken Open up my eyes there's no limit in them skies When Ready 2 Die was a sick part of my life Pummin that .45, plotting to pop my mind
lean back" Yo yo yo yo, it's deja vu And the day y'all do (Wus up) It'll be the day y'all bleed Wrist minus 80 degrees King of Harlem ain't nobody made
than to steal And Ramsey came for me and Patchy to put our voices on a reel And I could hear myself on the radio "45 King Special Red Alert Show" Cause
it's a usual act Can't wait to get down to 45 Studios I'm into rap, but no urge to sing I'm DJ Mark, 45, 45 King of Swing
Word of mouth is always everlasting And everlasting are the words that I bring The ruler of the ring is Lord Ramsey And music is made by Mark the 45 King
a Bass and treble flow through the speakers Ride the rhythm, I know it's gonna reach ya I'm the queen, Latifah Now it's time to run through it 45 king
will burn Yes in the fire you will burn It's so so simply done When I find that I have to run Lyrics to music by the king of swing, the 45 king The
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