[Timbo King (Benny Boom)]

Yo, since when lyrics been about fashion

Ain't nuttin funny til you see somebody laughin

(Just for the money and the fame

These niggaz talkin shit, just to get they name up in this rap game)

Yo, since when lyrics been about fashion

Ain't nuttin happy til you see somebody laughin

(Just for the money and the fame

These niggaz talkin shit, just to get they name up in this rap game)



[Timbo King]

Fuck Versace, I rock fatigues, they must keep up

I can't afford Armani cuz I'm payin for my beeper

Donna Karen don't exist in my closet

I'd rather sport Royal garments, I'm here to harm shit

Mosmimi, I never like it, it's too expensive

Somethin gots to give in this mother fuckin business

I bring the truth, ain't nothin but the whole truth

All you fashioned wack niggaz sellin dreams to the youth

Need to quit it, Tommy Hillfiger get the d-dick

Polo shirt get wilted, (yo, take that shit off!)

Peace, to Karl Kani who kept it real from Medina

Big up to black owner corporations

I drop rules and regulations

Shabazz Brothers, the head hunters

And plus Mecca for shinin like reflectors

Maurice Malone, he got it sewn like Fred

Buildin with Wu-Wear to fuck up your head!

I stalk MC's while the Foor Locker on my sleeves

You talk about keys, I talk about peeps and the young seeds

I think it's time for a makeover

Prepare for the Royal takeover, what?!



[Timbo King (Benny Boom)]

Yo, since when lyrics been about fashion

Ain't nuttin happy til you see somebody laughin

(Just for the money and the fame

These niggaz talkin shit, just to get they name up in this rap game)

Yo, since when lyrics been about fashion

Ain't nuttin funny til you see somebody laughin

(Just for the money and the fame

These niggaz talkin shit, just to get they name up in this rap game)



[Benny Boom]

Fuck moet!

I sip the Polish Springs to make my tonsils wet

On Heineken's I catch my rap wet

Too many MC's thinkin that they rap sendin

With them wack willy styles, lyrics and Alizay big lendin

Always poppin cristal in your videos

When the camera passes

Commence the showin of them empty classes

In yoru scripts, you niggaz don't even know who your are

In the tunnel, at the bar, tryin to play that rappin superstar

Givin up props to the non-black people seems outta place

Like criminals, Dominicans in Puerto Rico

Chillin with them niggaz that supplied the attics

But I heard Colombians deal with real mathematics

I did bullshit, dealin, fakin

Talkin bout them outta state dope deals you've been makin

Are you ready for Timbo King and Benny Boom to bring the ruff Royal ruckus

to all them trini-ass suckas

Peace to all my true lyricists

and made respect goes out to all the real Brooklyn-ass mother fuckas!



[Timbo King (Benny Boom)]

Yo, since when lyrics been about fashion

Ain't nuttin happy til you see somebody laughin

(Just for the money and the fame

These niggaz talkin shit, just to get they name up in this rap game)

Yo, since when lyrics been about fashion

Ain't nuttin funny til you see somebody laughin

(Just for the money and the fame

These niggaz talkin shit, just to get they name up in this rap game)