Intro

This Bigg Tanato talkin' about he the king King of what? King of Brooklyn? There ain't no motherfuckin' king of Brooklyn I just love Bigg Tanato He talk all that king shit I love it, I love his scarface ass I know for a fact he a real nigga Yeah, niggas wanna play it, okay Hopped out in all Dolce Ugh, flow tighter than 25 niggas That end up co-defendants on a dope case Yeah, real killer, I'm Ghostface Gun boy, bring pain like a toothache Man, it feel like yesterday I was just an ex-con just tryna freestyle on the Clue tape Whoa, motherfucker, I ain't rap back then Just a little bitty nigga with a gat back then Watched niggas lose they lives over crack back then For you to wear jewels, had to ask back then Flashback, I was trappin' on the stoop pitchin' That's when Jay-Z was rappin' like Fu-Schnickens Bankroll, look at how my ice glow With a Hollywood ho in the coupe kissin' Yeah, OG to the young killers Ugh, big homie to the gang members See a couple young niggas, black bandanas on Guns drawn, it's a good chance that I sent 'em I said it, I said it, but y'all don't get it The nigga that you idolize is my lieutenant Shots gon' fly, hit your head through your fitted Hole so big, you can stick an orange juice in it You fuckin' with a nigga that fucked with them niggas That shot they own girls just for fuckin' with a nigga I'm just fuckin' with you niggas Swear to God, no friends, I ain't fuckin' with you niggas Fuck fame, I ain't here for no celebrity Bitch swallow like she ain't no celebrity Good God, I done made a couple enemies No problem, 'cause they treat me like a Kennedy Know you heard me, nigga Yeah, you heard me, nigga Know you heard me, nigga I know Jermaine I know Jermaine from way back I mean, he's cool, but I wouldn't call him a king That nigga was locked up with my man My man said he was washin' clothes for Little Debbie That nigga sold dope Yeah, I do it for my niggas in the P-no In the yard, middle finger to the C.O Came home and you gotta find a job Got a bitter baby moms and you really hate your P.O Hundred grams, but you wish it was a kilo On parole, but you ridin' with a nino Niggas want a war, they don't really want war If they want it, I go at 'em with a fuckin' torpedo What these niggas wan' do? I fix it where these niggas can't move Just the other day, lil' homie came and told me Said, "Big homie, all I really ever wanna do is shoot" Playin' with your life like that How many chains rappers have to buy back? Niggas fuck around, I'll send a couple hounds Put this lame on the ground with his vertebrae cracked I'm king of these motherfuckin' backstreets Fort Greene, niggas love me like I'm ST One time for my K7 niggas I'm a N.A. rock boy in a Maybach, nigga Addicted to the money, get it ASAP, nigga Got a fuckin' problem like I'm A$AP, nigga It ain't a live nigga in this town that I don't know We bump heads like Osho Them little niggas on the block gettin' dumb Gettin' drunk, pop pills and bust shots at the po-po Yeah, how many bitches wanna know if I live it? Broke nigga say it's all about lyrics Fuck them, this for the niggas that feel it I talk money, gun smoke, y'all hear it One life, one love, you heard of me One crown, one throne, K.O.B Know you heard me, nigga Yeah, you heard me, nigga Know you heard me, nigga Well, I heard he been to jail before He got street credibility and this and that and this and that But that doesn't make him king Ain't nobody wanna hear that I'm a real nigga and We don't give a fuck if you a real nigga That shit don't sell records