heir to the throne shit
spur of the moment
squab with the god
best prepare for atonement
p popular but not that popular pa
i pop at ya
rock 'em sock 'em robot
the knots on top of ya
slap niggas with the eagle
evil
that nigga black jack tripper at the regal beagle
bet i beast harder on a beat street father
keep heat
p slaughter peeps to keep his feet
refuse to play phony
bruise on my back
i refuse to say toby
disrespectful to me and my son juxx
cry freedom like kunta kinte with one foot
type far when i write
sean crazy
never catch my daughter with a white doll baby
black and i'm proud
mix tobacco and loud
so i roll my own spliff when i travel around
fire the rap
i strike when i'm hungered
lion on my back like the king of zamunda
live and direct
the nine to your neck
express way to death from imperius rex
p!