[Chorus-2x](Nelly)

I am the king of the city

Top down windows up

Puffin like Ditty

Riding cross the hatas face mad, team gritty

Honk your horn twice if your misses lookin pretty



(Nelly)

Well if you run wit your niggas

Then I walk with my killas

You will never have a woman head as long as I'm the dealer

What you fella (uh)

You sure you want some

I run wit slum, cats play like they bums

Money in large sums, navigators and guns

Baby mamas wit sons

Ain't afraid to let you have it

if you trick with their loved ones

Oh I mores no, no (you tripled your fare)

You best get on your mark, get set, go, go

My jagged edge will leave you my death is so, so

Type of person continue short 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

Play Nintendo, is when I hit'em with the ax

Put your gun away

And you might live to see another day

Come in head, run and done, bustin like andele



[Chorus-2x]



(Keyuan)

Asked around 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 never knew me)

Ya use to clam gangs (uh-huh)



(City Spud)

Yo, when I ride vo-cal it's either Tim's or Knight

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

Fronted 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 the dimes for whole orders of china-men rice

Now I sacrificed my life for publishing writes

Hoping everything gonna be aight



(Murphy Lee)

St. Lunatics at the super bowl

Top roll gettin super blow

Rams on the 24 second down two to go

Now we hear the Louie 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]



(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

Verbaly peel a cap as I stomp dem out

Toe shake 16 bars of earthquake

If I do the whole song boom

it's Vietnam

You see it wrong

So I'ma gone leave you alone

Put my mind back on

Who I'm gone to take home

Ya might get jumped

Grab a cell call me tall

Need some Air Max cuz dem boys

Bobbin like stone, and a...



[Chorus-2x]



(Cedric The Entertainer)

Ya ready for this, it's Ced let-me-entertain-ya

Wassup, representing on wax

Talkin on record like P-Diddy

I'm just here hollaring for The Kings of Comedy

You know too sharp Steve Harvey, Burnie B. Mac, keepin

it on the D.L Hugley



[Chorus till end]