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letra de k.o.b. 2 intro - maino

[intro]
this n-gg- maino talkin’ ’bout he the king. king of what? king of brooklyn? he ain’t no mothaf-ckin’ king of brooklyn
i just love me some maino, he talk all that king shit. i love it, i love him, his scarface -ss

[verse 1]
yeah, n-gg-s wanna play, okay
hopped out all dope shade
flow tighter than 25 n-gg-s
that end up go to feds for a dope case
yeah, real k!ller, i’m ghostface
gun boy bring pain like i tote things
man it feels like yesterday i was just an ex-con
just tryna freestyle on a clue tape
mothaf-cka i ain’t rap back then
just a little bitty n-gg- with a gat back then
watched n-gg-s lose their lives over crack back then
for you to wear jewels, had to ask back then
flashback i was trappin’ on a stoop pitchin’
that’s when jay z was rappin’ like [?]
bankroll, look at how my ice glow
in a hollywood home [?] kissin’
yeah, og to the young k!llers
big homie to the gang members
see a couple young n-gg-s, black bandanas on
guns drawn, it’s a good chance that i sent ’em
i said it, i said it, but y’all don’t get it
the n-gg- that you idolize is my lieutenant
shots gon’ fly, hit your head through your fitted
hole so big, you could stick a horseshoe in it
you f-ckin’ with a n-gg- that f-ck with them n-gg-s
that shot their own guns just for f-ckin’ with a n-gg-
i’m just f-ckin’ with you n-gg-s
swear to god, no friends, i ain’t f-ckin’ with you n-gg-s
f-ck fame, i ain’t here for no celebrity
b-tch swallow like she ain’t no celebrity
good god, i done made a couple enemies
no problem ’cause they treat me like a kennedy
you heard me, n-gg-, yeah you heard me, n-gg-

[interlude]
i know jermaine, i know jermaine from way back. i mean he’s cool but i wouldn’t call him a king
man that n-gg- was locked up with my man. my man said he was washin’ clothes for little debbies, man that n-gg- sellin’ dope

[verse 2]
yeah i do it for my n-gg-s in the peno
in the yard, middle finger to the c.o
came home and you gotta find a job
got a bitter baby moms and you really hate your p.o
hundred grams but you wish it was a kilo
on parole but you ridin’ with a nino
n-gg-s want a war, they don’t really want war
if they want it, i’ll go at ’em with a f-ckin’ torpedo
what these n-gg-s wanna do?
i’ll fix it where these n-gg-s can’t move
just the other day, little homie came and told me
said, “big homie all i ever really wanna do is shoot”
playin’ with your life like that
how many chains rappers have to buy back?
n-gg-s f-ck around, i’ll send a couple hounds
put this lame on the ground with his vertebrae cracked
i’m king of these mothaf-ckin’ back streets
for green, n-gg-s love me like i’m [?]
one time for my [?] n-gg-s
i’m [?] boy in a maybach, n-gg-
addicted to the money, get it asap, n-gg-
got a f-ckin’ problem like i’m a$ap, n-gg-
it ain’t a live n-gg- in this town that i don’t know
we b-mp heads like ocho
them lil’ n-gg-s on the block gettin’ dumb, gettin’ drunk
pop pills and bust shots at the popo
yeah, how many b-tches wanna know if i live it?
broke n-gg-s say it’s all about lyrics
f-ck them, this for the n-gg-s that feel it
i talk money, gun smoke, y’all hear it
one life, one love, you’ve heard of me
one crown, one throne, k.o.b
you heard me, n-gg-, yeah you heard me, n-gg-

[outro]
well i heard he been to jail before and he got street credibility and this and that and this and that, but that doesn’t make him king. man n-body wanna hear that “i’m a real n-gg-,” we don’t give a f-ck if you a real n-gg-. that shit don’t sell records

- maino

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