[Rob]

Bitch I got my weight up, now my dues is paid up

It's niggaz falling off in this game, I'm trying to stay up

I treat this shit just like George Girvin, it's a lay up

You don't need no do's, cause my flows'll make you wake up

I'm the baker put the cake up, we real put the fake up

If your broad rolling with us, she coming back with no make up

The game needed a shake up, so I'm here to get that paper

Big Rob the Rhino, six-five earthquaker

Got hoes in Jamaica, moving dust like a snake-a

I roll with with Big Ake-a, cause he's a mic breaker

If your gal beeping us, the Kingz is gon take her

And don't bump your gums, or get heated like a vapor

And niggaz gon hate you, whether you broke or got paper

It don't matter, cause my lines'll put your career in danger

This one here's a banger, to the booth I ain't no stranger

Now you got your money's worth, cause the Kingz won't short tracer



[Chalie]

Your friend of a friend said this, your friend of a friend said that

Better tell your friend of a friend, that Chalie Boy said to back back

Before they get they head cracked, fucking with my bread stack

No need for no conversation, bitch cause I'ma did that

Little relief soldier, military minded

Knock off your block and drop it, where your secretary find it

(that's thoed, I'll rewind it) pay attention you'll find it

Sickening how I be spitting, giving sight to the blinded

Perfectly timed it, showing my ass

Conscience clearer, but all these hating hoes in the past

Want smouse on my cash, on the track I'ma blast

You can compare and contrast, I'm the best the rest trash



[Tite]

Move fast but I bet you, only be playing catch up

Niggaz that hold plex, end up leaving on a stretcher

Dripping red ketchup, for fucking with my ghett-a

Let the sun do it, cause I ain't gon sweat you

Tite revving up the Nikes, as far

Dime piece in the drop, I keep the nicest broad

The good life is what I live, with a nice support

And anybody trying to take it, getting life support

Feel my speech I reach out, still I T

I'm like a stove when I spit, you could feel my heat

I got flows like the lotto, you can take your pick

Put the Tite on your song, and it could make you rich

You bastards sick, thinking I don't hear the chatter

I got a nice Smith and Wess', that'll squish your bladder

A line this side, the ghetto got me crying inside

I never go without a fight, shit I'm down with pride

I'm a man not a mouse, never trust the gritty

King Kong got the hood, and I'll crush the city

It's do or die, you wanna know who am I

The same gangstas on them cd's, you choose to buy



[Coop]

Another day another year, and it's still no fear

Never thought to bite my tongue, when I spit in your ear

All these messy ass niggaz, talking bout bidness they taking

They want the hoes that I'm taking, the money I'm making

Most boys wanna walk, before they crawl

Man it's real in the field, everybody can't ball

Need that eye of the tiger, a heart that won't quit

Ain't no question bout your blood, you a full bread pit

Sit back relax my mind, over dranks and blunts

I'm thinking yacht with two cots, and a bitch on the front

Ghetto fab how I keep it, so that's how you receive it

Might not believe it, but nigga mo' money I need it

Ways I'm thinking be major, and it might bring pain

Can't nan you boys stop me, cause this style's my fame

Tarnish my name, you got a nigga fucked up kids

Don't let your folks have to read about, the shit I did



(*talking*)

Freestyle Kingz, FK2K3

You next to the DJ Bull, this how it go down

Dirty South style, Dirty Third Records