90 Kings

Am I supposed to bail? I'm out this mothafucka

Check it out, Notorious B.I.G 50,000 B.I.G

You know what fucking time it is

Giving shoutouts to Death Row, the West Coast

Let these old punk ass bitches know how we running this shit

For the 9-4, **** ain't going back to court you stank ass bitches

And you don't stop

I'm stuck in jail, the D.E.A. trying to burn me, I'll be out on bail

If I had a good attorney, wanna label me a criminal, would buff me up

Got a pocket full of money so they buff me up

I ain't tripping in the county and I'm mad as fuck

Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch

Everybody wanna talk cause I'm rapping, they asking me what happened

Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson?

I can't sleep, they taking Polaroids

And I'm trying to use the phone but they making noise

Man I wish I had my Glock cause it's major

I'm making shanks out the plastic and raisins

These motherfuckers won't leave me alone

That's my word about to turn a violation to a motherfucking murder

I'm making collect calls to my old bitches

Send more bitches and make me some more riches

To all the suckers on the block talking shit while I was locked up

Be prepared to get socked up

Cause the game is deep and the fame is brief

And you bullshitting bitches ain't changing me

I came straight up out the gutter, I was saved from hell

And I'm a thug, I was raised in jail, now I'm out on bail

I'm on the road to riches and diamond rings

Real **** do real things

And fuck the park police and the chokeholds

Got no love for the other side, fuck them trips

Hanging out with the OG's, shooting up the club

And mama told me

Any repercussions, junior mafia spit clips

All the times, big papa kicked the war around

Now I'm out on bail

Real **** do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real **** do real things

And I'm a thug, I was raised in jail, now I'm out on bail

The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery

But the nurses is loving me

Saying the best part of the day is my half

Feeding me breakfast and giving me a sponge bath

**** say I died dead in the streets

****, I'm getting high, getting head on the beach

Chilling, sitting on about half a million

With all my ****, all my guns, all my women

Next two years, I should see about a billion

All for the love of drug dealing

Got no love for the other side, fuck them trips

Any repercussions, junior mafia spit clips

All the times, big papa kicked the war around

Raw flows, and that's how it goes

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real **** do real things

And fuck the park police and the chokeholds

Got no love for the other side, fuck them trips

Hanging out with the OGs, shooting up the clubs

And mama told me

Any repercussions, junior mafia spit clips

All the times, big papa kicked the war around

Now I'm out on bail

Real **** do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real **** do real things

I'm a thug, I was raised in jail

Now I'm out on bail

Hey ****, raw with the drama

I bring it to your face, cook it like Benihana's

They ain't ride down on Yokohama's

And my fingernail dirty, I've been counting stray hunters

Why these **** wanna touch me on the low though

Got no motherfucking patience, so I'm pacing with the scope though

Get your potty mouth on the low

Sleeping with the enemy, it's like hanging on the rope

Jim Carrey, I ain't fucking with you liars

All black attire, if we match, you feel the fire

This time, man, we aiming for the body

I'm putting X's on the wall

If you resurrect, you mack a belly

Spinks, I'm a pharaoh, ain't a fairy

Potato on the barrel, watch your soul fly with the sparrow

All my **** stir up by the narrow

**** never was my homie

All these bitches know you calling me

And fuck the park police, sending chokeholds

Got no love for the other side, fuck them trips

Hanging out with the OGs, shooting up the club

And mama told me

Any repercussions, junior mafia spit clips

All the times, big papa kicked the war around

Now I'm out on bail

Real **** do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real **** do real things

I'm a thug, I was raised in jail

Now I'm out on bail

I wouldn't waste your motherfucking time with no bullshit, baby

Trust me, it's that real shit

I'm talking about that shit you gonna be telling your grandkids about

You know, I ran with a thug, ****

Believe that

It's my motherfucking ****, LG

On the motherfucking boys, in case you're wondering

We doing this shit

Hell motherfucking yeah

An ounce of that shit sitting in your motherfucking lap

Now press rewind, ****