Put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah, I roll deep on these Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game, yeah right nigga, fuck that Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'cause the war ting, I love that Call

Kill the King, The King is dead I am the King, Long live the King I am the King Kill the King, The King is dead, Long live the Kill the King, I, The King is dead, I am, Long live Time and time again What you said ain't what you mean

Ain't no place I'd rather be Chil'ren, dead homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky Shit, tired of gettin' shot at Tired of gettin' chased by the police and

If I ain't dead already Ooh girl you know the reason why Yes I'm lonely wanna die In the morning wanna die In the evening wanna die My mother was of the sky My father was of the earth But I am of the universe And you know what it's worth

Ain't no place I'd rather be Chil'ren, dead homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky Shit, tired of gettin' shot at Tired of gettin' chased by the police and

So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun Tear it up, tear it up yeah Here we go now, here we go I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang You

Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink, I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fat ass, but you shake it like you ain't a ho 'Cause there's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles There's no other place that I'd rather be than Los

Rock bottom I got nothing left to hide I got nothing left but pride Nothing left to say Don't bring that shit to me I ain't your bitch, I ain't your boy I ain't no god damn motherfucking toy I'm not dead, I'm still alive You don't like it, you can go

Downtown’s dead without you Girls walk by and friends say hi Then Friday night it might as well be just another Tuesday night without you As long as you’re still in my head There ain’t a way that I can paint a ghost town red Downtown’s dead, downtown’s

This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want) I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it Miss me with that bullshit (Bullshit) You ain't really wild, you a tourist (A tourist) I be blackin' out with the purist (The purist) I made a hundred