of the negative, into the civilized This place around you was meant to down you Kings and Queens but yet they still won't crown Sun Born Allah has a goal
line and like a crackhead you based it After you smoked, did you fiend for another one? When I resign, there could never be another Sun Anyone could be the king, even a dog But
aboard But you're dissed by the 5, by King Sun with the Sword (Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on) [x3] (We got it goin on) [VERSE 2] It's the King of a
way that I do and my girl, she should appreciate me the way that you do, baby But they have yet to understand one thing: [VERSE 1: King Sun] You are
shoe booty-ass punk muthafucka Thought you were tough, then you cold ran out of luck A minute ago I know you thought it was easy To diss me, but you
Who you do with it, is your own thing One time she nominated me the Burger King I think of it now, even as I rhyme We all determined she's a real good time But
squally and flipped over her She was dope alright, but the girl was so young Her eyes was so lovely that money was strung This kid was 23 and the girl 16 See, another street king
pure energy [VERSE 2: King Sun] The fun has just begun And the name of the game is let's see who can step to King Sun Sounds like nothin but somethin