Yo Pop Let's jump in the fight game boy My nigga Bun B you know he down with us Short Dog and Doc down with us Eric B and Pimp C you know they down with
t there D-Roc on the side of me We [Incomprehensible] bitch can't even buy from me They call me Crip, his name Eric he's the capper Since the eigth grade
when butter got paid Or better yet Dolphy's archetypes for cool dudes Or better still Trane usin' space in afro blue It?s simple, swing be the freakin' of the time The spinnin' by the kings
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin' Want it simply put? You can't rip me When I spit for the set, everyone free I'ma underground king
this evenin (yeah) Cookin this cajun I laced it with seasonin (huh) In here, I been here and don't plan on leavin The king of the trill's 'bout to pass
know what you need to learn? Old school artists don't always burn You're just another rapper who's had his turn Now it's my turn, and I am concerned About idiots posing as kings
, nothing, no one has none Gloomy and sorry when I come clean Yo officer, what does this mean? My system is loud and I draw a crowd Not only King, I'
Wally's dyed pink Shirt matchin', thug fashion, Thug Passion Compliments of Don King, it's a Don thing Fuck a drink, still schemein' on that charm King
in Las Vegas Just six months earlier, our prayers go out to the families." "Westside Radio, Julio G. A sad day today for the West coast; we lost an icon y'all. Eric
mama [Verse 2] I just wanted to have a bite with her... or somethin Didn't go get up on that show to fight with her... or nothin It was Keyshia Cole, Eric
dues, Low Profile [W.C.'s in the house] And that big ballin' ass nigga named King T Dj Pooh, and the niggas that's droppin' bombs on your ass The motherfuckin' Bomb Squad [Eric
stage here tonight, And I want you to know one thing, this isa?¦ Verse 1 a?? Suffa Hilltop, that's where the blood runs, Thick, it's where kings bury
' through with a thickness Sickness bear witness Like tequila without a chaser It burns going down Niggas guaranteed to drown Legendary sound From the west coast underground The mighty King
me, an overfed, long-haired leaping gnome should be the star of a Hollywood movie But there I was, I was taken to a place, the hall of the mountain kings
An' it's gon' take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back Russian an' this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed 'Cause Martin Luther King
know you're ridin' with King? Yes, yes, you're ridin' with the King I wanted to say B.B. King but you know King Don't you know you're ridin' with King
' when I recite Feelin' manuscripts When I MC, if it ain't rough it ain't me Chorus X2 Yo mothaf**kin' G'z, nigga like Eric Wright You can floss for
ho's is a habbit I stab it like a true no good nigga should I do it the way a down og nigga would and now niggaz know Eric wright ain?t no busta, another