the glory of the kingdom come comes down Disguised as a janitor the washman I swept and mopped the floors Better yet I was a spook behind the door A
from leimert park, california, los angeles. Yo, everybody in the hip hop struggle, in the life Struggle, makin' a name for themselves, makin' History, makin' a
the glory of the kingdom come comes down Disguised as a janitor the washman I swept and mopped the floors Better yet I was a spook behind the door W/a
than a shame This is a lifestyle homey, it's more than champagne But I will make a toast to Flash reachin the Hall of Fame I end it with a line, from
bedtime, for the tenth time forget tryin ta get mine I went from the park with my arc in the dark A simple spark, the little Park sparked now I'm in
make believe so why the fuck is you playin' You better listen close to what the fuck I'm sayin' 'Cause really all it takes is a couple grand Like AT&T
the Apollo, can you digest? I'm a hard act to swallow With a Paris France model, with a real estate agent That's building me a kid's playground in Denver
in a mental death Meaning living in a mental grave You need somebody to dig that grave up and bring them back to life There's no chance for a physical
luck Homey, I'm tired of the cowards parkin' like this, walkin' like this From the concrete when they chalkin' like this And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back Holdin' a
up, I'm a twirl shit up Until my peeps come home, Zeke come home Better believe I'm a keep on beastin' on Where should I began our pompous, a thousand
you say? Oh yeah Kick that shit then nigga Higher than a bird, off that herb, in the O A K Off on perv, parked on curb, rollin' up a vay Licked it three
we what? a?? Run with crew, Whose what? a?? Blood is blue, Through life's a?? Fucking zoo, And we might a?? Come for you, And we what? a?? Run with crew
Coast, stand up (Uh) You should Come around my way Come around my way I'm from a place in Harlem Where the streets they look like Africa And the trees are in better
looking for a place to be So let's kick, uh, and push, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, and coast Uh, uh ,uh My man got a lil older, became a better roller
L.A. Before 50 Cent, I was sittin on ends A young buck ridin in a 560 Benz [Chorus: 2x] [LL Cool J] I been doin this a long time man, I'm tired of
How to tell you boy, oo I want to build my world around you, yeh Wanna tell you that it's true I wanna to make you understand I'm talking about a lifetime
watch this 'Til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin' scraps out the garbage Unload a cartridge, and bust a cap X could never trust a cat, Onyx is
you some Huh, motherf-cking bum wouldn't spare you a crumb Crumbling castle, why would a peasant be a hassle More like a line backer at you, bleeding