Текст песни Aceyalone - B-Boy Kingdom
Aceyalone - B-Boy Kingdom слова песни
greetingsok i`ll make this short we in the housewe got Mikah 9 Abstract Rude PeaceVic Hop Fat Jack and myself Aceyalonewe come for the glory of the b-boy kingdombring them laughter after which bring them tearsi seen it comin` and knew it was a plotlegislation had a plan to kill hip hopi got wind from a snitch i kept in contact w/thisbitch ass judge who was paid offsoon after that he got laid offi`m lettin` niggas know you tryin` to stop a muthafucka`s flowhold your black stallions and your black sheepsblack clan aided a nigga and got heatwe met up on Stepney and Market sparked it mapped out the targetwe gon` take out their number one sergeantyoung and strong we bailed up on their front lawnto kill the enemyremember mewell if you remember me you`ll rememberi`m the one who broke into the pentagon took fouls planted bombsnow i possess the blueprinti counter the message you sentno longer will you slander and tamper w/our musiccopies of the document we`re xeroxed the ghetto took offense in defense of hip hopshot down rolled `em up loc`ed up bailed outsaved the day then into thin air i fade awayscorpionwe come for the glory of the b-boy kingdombring them laughter after which bring them tearsthe story had never been told until nowas the glory of the kingdom come comes downdisguised as a janitor the washmani swept and mopped the floorsbetter yet i was a spook behind the doorw/a perfect view from the bannisterfeeling like Lee Harvey`cept i got a hundred million years in mefirst thing i did was aimlock him in my scopesqueezebust his melon open now i`m pleased in the name of MC`salready passed the time that they allotted methe housekeeper spotted meit was either her or meclick clackshe says i will not say what i seebut i never could have trusted her so i busted her in her chestthen laughedthen headed for the elevator shaftbut it was too late the jig was upthere was pigs all in the buildingso i tried to escape to the fire escape from homicideyeah i killed himhangin` from the third story ladder i dropped and i felt my ankle shatterno time to lose juice from my bladdermy mission was completed and that was all that matteredthe van was parked a hundred yards from the scene of the crimebut it was hard to run w/a broken footjust like i thought they blastedi took one to the guti was laying there thinkin` about deathjust watchin` my blood spill outjust then the van pulls up and i jump inand then we pull out (?lickin`?) shouts for the glorywe come for the glory of the b-boy kingdombring them laughter after which bring them tearsi walk in like a normal blackgun peckin` jaw snatching slidethey like the way i glideto the back break out my backpack and stack my shit upah it`s bulging nowlooked around heard a gun shotpowi looked down I whipped out my shitunloaded my clipjetting by the count i slipped tripped outlanded on my hip crawled outi hit a tuck and roll up and outinto a flip and boned out now i`m zonin`I`m nine glocks and seven 380`s richeri`m fit to blow the foundation off this beyotch upsynchronized for the race i push the buttonnuke the placetimed myself dashin to the ridei hops inside keys already in the ignitioni cranks it slaps it in drivefizorty-fizive seconds til dizamageride b-boy kingdomwe come for the glory of the b-boy kingdombring them laughter after which bring them tearswe come for the glory of the b-boy kingdombring them laughter after which bring them tears