fuck it
this hoe ass cat,
Please dont come back/
just think back/
u should know from the last attack/
this dude is bound to get smack/
wit that wack ass rap/
ok
get shut down on the last site,
come here to gain respect back/
1 site, plus this equals=2 fucking wack/
so maybe u should go to school,
and dont for get your backpack/
then dont make that trip,
around the corner fo that fat sack/
change ur life style,
get a nice sweater and some black slacks/
get u a cool bitch that will
allways have yo back/
U ANT NO King of the streets,
u must wonna get smacked/
then home boy on the side line,
name should be,
wack ass aka sqirt gunner/
u got heart cuz,
u will get smoked runner/
and its a garentee,
they wont find u till the summer/
so maybe u and yo freind,
should sit down togeter and wonder/
cause the both of you really,
sound like dumb and dumber/
hahahaha WACK ASS NIGGAS


THIS SITE IS KNOW SHUT DOWN

You done Pmsin nigga

Lets not talk about respect
Last I checked you were being slapped around like a bitch
I was the vet that pulled up
And pulled the tech that got you released
then put you on the corner again
They say never bite the hand that feed ya
I say don't bite the nigga the saved ya
Keep talkin big I have you meet ya maker
KING of the STREETS yea thats me
You just mad cause you my main bitch
That got nigga's pissin in ya face
and shitin ya mouth
Then kissin ya bitch who given me the money
And you the bitch who gets raped
and got it caught on tape
Talkin real on the board
but he queen in the streets
bent cause I took the respect that I deserved
It's over you softer than beat up pussy and jam preserves
If you really want me come and get me
And I'll have screamin louder that m.carey and rah digga
Cause I ride a round with AKKK"S lIke I hate nigga's

KING of the STREETS

teddibee, how does it feel to be killed like that/
actin all hard, nigga you aint built like that/
this cat always escapes reality when he rhymes/
thats why he write about bricks and only delt wit dimes/
im gon say this shit now, and never again/
we aint buddies, we aint partners, and we damn sure aint friends/
if i dont like a nigga, i dont pretend to/
ill have tha paramedics wrap yo head like a hindu/
i came in this game humble, i dont give a fuck now/
ill serve anybody, like niggas that hustle uptown/
look, i aint goin nowhere, so get used to me/
o.g's look at me, and see im what they used to be/
im that cracker that sold coke, tha cracker that sold dope/
tha cracker that shot dice and went broke and so so/
im tha thug that pop shit, tha thug that pop clips/
tha thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick/
im so sick, i think i need some tylenol/
theres so many drugs, and i buy em all/
i ride wit my blue rag, and my body armor/
ride like a taliban suicide bomber/
you shoulda been a cop, i bet you snitch alot/
step up in my hood, and your bound to get shot/
used to watch big bird and scooby doo/
now im choppin big birds, and tha bundles too/
for that master p money, that shoppin spree money/
that coke, that dope, and ecstacy money/
my crews some crazy mothafuckas, they say we bugged out/
cuz we dont leave nowhere without toast, we thugged out/
step up to me and get your nose broke/
you fake, i bet you dont even know why tupac got smoked/
when i die, picture me rollin wit tupac/
smokin a blunt and servin on a brand new block/
thugs mansion is where im goin when i die/
but its gon be a while before i say goodbye/
your not tha king of tha streets, and you never be/
teddibees tha biggest fake that ive ever seen/

Slanga

2 votes to 1, shows that yo ass is wack/
i bet nine times out of ten, that hes not black/
never been to the hood, never held no pack/
u probley a fat nigga that was built
but know got a single pack/
i bet he a
fuck up nigga, get yo life on track/
before someone reach on they waist, and grab that mack/
wit 2 extra clips, in the pocket stiched back/
murda ap will strike back/
right on the map/
and we right next to the cap/
so money flow on max/
u no husler u cant make a living selling tampax/
u hard nigga fill these 10,000 volts of e-lec-tri-cal-mag-nets/
i will leave yo body in peices and little fragments/
even sluga boy done told you i let u have it/

First of all check the name check the status
I move weight and like a rabbit I get cabbage
Georgia born Georgia raised Jamaican ancestery in my veins.All I get is hatin from bitch's like you and that Vanilla ice wanna be slanga.Still pissed about the My one verse Hitta quita k.o.that left him Lyin in the dirt wearin his mother skirt.And you don't even come at me cause I remember when you were they bitch and they was slap happy.Screamin for help like the Avon lady after being slapped by a dirty tampon.PMSin mad crabin,crampin cause his period came on.and it's funny he ridin slanga like a prostitute workin for money,but aint life funny how cats wanna take my crown they step to the battle they get put down.But here we go again another cat wantin to use my name for fame.I tell you what I'll give you every page in my ryme book
ya brains just got blown.hit so hard they got collect his brains from 3 different time zones.Now he duckin cause "they shootin aw i made him look" turned around meet the barrel pulled the trigger now he got a plain blank look.Don't ever test my status you'll meet my right hook.You just got lyrically assainated by the lyrical demon aka The KING .
This boy destroyed Holla at the KING


KING of the STREETS

yeah homeboy this is king/ da jungleboy got cha back being watched by the beam/ i got the rock,wit no blocks so weres ya team/ this ike shit come easy so u get smacked silly/ chop u up & throw u in the ocean da free willie/
ima don a 16teen yearold nigga thats running things/ you dont need the nickname cause a nigga like me a do anything 2 be king/ PUSSY

yeah ant mann a.k.a da jungle boy. oakleaf park nigga thats were u could find me.


yall pussies aint even worth my time 2 keep typing. put some money up. DYNASTY WHATTTT UPPPPP

stop stealing

who did i still from this time?..