Faith

I believeI believeI believeI believeI'm feelin grouchy, saucy, hungryRolocini, new sex, lookin for bruised necks and blondiesWon't make em baby mommies, I just wan em to swallow meSometimes that be the only thing that calms mePolice be actin like Starsky and HutchThese fucks scheming so they could charge meCops needs colors so they could feel bossyYou tryna get yo colors up, you think you Fonzy?I eat a lot of fish and parsleyGreen vegetables, sweet peas and broccoliDrink a lot of water so it could wash meMy homie told me stop eatin rappers, he tryna starve meI ain't startin trouble but pardon meRappers get a little hard and start actin cockyMaury Povich need to swab meThese dudes used to be my sons like Charles BarclayYou think you Scarface? I bet the shower to youGet rid of Tony like mellow in a maldyMan, that's word to GadhafiYour war stories put me to sleep, I need some coffeeBragging bout old work, that's beyond meYou ain't put in no work since a tardyMan, you washed like the laundryYou a ex murderer like AshantiThe back of the club, that's where the gods beBeing all that we could be, me and my armyThey said I can't rock a partyGive me the mike, I'm a rocket, they better launch meMy music is judged harshlyEverybody making comments, they wanna blog meKnowledge of the game they posses hardlyI call em a bunch of meatheads like ArchieHaters say they wanna stomp meI know how to weave and bob, no MarleyDig my way up out of a grave if I get bodiedDug er, dug er, they better bury me under concreteYea, king of New YorkYea yea, I'm the king of New YorkYea yea, king of New YorkYea nigga, I'm the king of New York