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* appears on "Original Kings of Comedy" AND "Osmosis Jones" soundtrack

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I am the king of this city, top down windows up
Puffin like Diddy
Ridin cause the haters face mad, teeth gritty
Honk your horn twice if the missies lookin pretty

[Nelly]
Well if you run wit your niggas, then I walk with my killas
Mo` you will never have a winning hand as long as I`m the dealer
What you feelin (uh) you sure you want some
Brought my slums, cats play like rums
Money in large sums, navigators and guns
Baby mamas wit sons
Ain`t afraid to let you have it
If you trip with their loved ones (you tripled your fare)
What I hear most is no, no
You best get on your mark, get set, go, go
Like Jagged Edge I leave ya more Def than So So
type of person to come to your show and sit in the front row
Get your hands out my pocket
You don`t want just blow, blow
The only bird I get wit more is the doe-doe
They be like oh, oh
It`s what they screamin from the back
Hey timber, is when I hit `em wit the axe
Put ya gun away
And you might live to see another day
Come in head, run and done, bustin like andele

[Chorus] - 2X

And so now you got a Range?
(boy I been had wheels)
Aiyyo you think you gotta little change
(yeah my dirties love me truly)
I remember you use to shoot that thang
(ya I never knew you)
Ya used to claim gangs (uh-huh)

[Kyjuan]
Yo, when I rock Vokal its either Timb`s or Nikes
When I step in my Prada I`ma rock the ice
When the `Tics do a show I`ma rock the mic
Born in "New Jack City" like Wesley Snipes
Drive a SS M.C with racing stripes
Runinn two P`s of L.G, flip it twice
Hang round with cats who bust and they don`t think twice
Nothing but dome shots no coming back twice
All I knew was hustling and rolling the dice
Scraping up dimes for whole-orders of China Men Rice
Now I sacrificed my life for publishing rights
Hoping everything gonna be aight

[Murphy Lee]
St. Lunatics at the Superbowl
Top row gettin super blowed
Rams on the 24 second down two to go
Now we in the Louis tho
It`s two below hundred degrees
I`m drivin about 103
With a S.T.L hat on
Top down holdin a blunt
You know I`m smokin wit the windows up
I be the young dude
Chief into kung-fu, with sun-do
Come through, Beenie Man 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 getting brains in the Range
With the brains blown out
With TV`s, the wood grain and them thangs rolled out

[Chorus] - 2X

[Big Lee (Ali)]
It`s like a hot day in July
Just bangin when I fool guys
It`s the credible, edible, federal when I`m high
On the hills on the lane
64 Chevy the brains
Blown, gone, spread foam, wood, and chrome
How you doin mama my name is Lee
I be the fabulous M.C you heard of
St. Lunatics word up
I`m like "OK", all the sun out
Ice down but I still pull a gun out
Feel that, bow down
It`s real rap, verbally peelin cats as I stomp them out
Turf shake 16 bars of earthquake
If I do the whole song boom {*booming sound*} it`s Vietnam
You see it wrong, so I`ma gone leave you alone
Put my mind back on, who I`ma bone and take home
Got mine, get cha own - grab a cell call Big Tone

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