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Mausberg - Ring King lyrics
rtist: Mausberg Album:Non Fiction Song: Ring King Typed by: Sauee@hotmail.com Get out the way nigga, you fuckin' with a two ton brick Armed and dangerous and I'm about to fuck up shit Ready to kill for the sake of the squad I rolls with And everyone knows how to squab I rolls with Suited and booted, ready for the drama if it cracks Three hundred and fifty-some ponds on your back Fuck a rat-a-tat-tat, nigga I'm (bomb going off) Quik cock me back and make a nigga go (bomb going off) I'm the rough nigga, throwin' blows from the shoulders Runnin' over niggas like a big black boulder Detrimental to mankind Hittin' hard like a vehicular manslaughter Murder every time I'm top-notch at gettin' down Nigga we can go pound for pound, but I doubt if it last one round I'm the nigga comin' to your hood snatchin' bling blings I'm the motherfucking ring king Chorus: First I'ma hit you like (bomb going off) Then I'ma hit you like (bomb going off) I break backs like (bomb going off) 'Cuz Mausberg is the ring king, the ring king I'ma hit you like (bomb going off) I'ma kick you like (kick and a scream) I'ma break you like (bomb going off) 'Cuz Mausberg is the ring king, I'm the ring king Now let me drop this lyrical plague for round two When I declare war, yo the tussle is through I'm on some real nigga shit, some kill nigga shit And I'ma break 'em off before the child even hit Ain't no way out You want it? I'ma bring your hat to ya Hold ya captive and let the Tecs run through ya Nigga softer than toilet paper and tryin' to come up on a caper I'm knockin' niggas upside they taper Leavin' your grill leakin' for runnin' your trap Yo, that right to your body made your lungs collapse Take it personal, but fuck rap nigga I'm real Leavin' niggas in critical, crippled The victim of a kill Y'all fuckin' wit' a real nigga I love to see the blood spill from a square nigga I leave a coward ass nigga at the crime scene 'Cuz Mausberg is the motherfucking ring king Chorus I'm still sayin' fuck y'all, the realest of 'em all And it ain't no third round 'cuz I dealt wit' 'em all From the small to the tallest, weak to the buffest I don't give a damn, I done battled your toughest It ain't no competition 'cuz I be knockin' walls down Strategize and break a nigga grill for the crown Not a troublemaker, but like to finish what a coward started I turn the smartest niggas retarded, I'm cold hearted i flow like the Spruce Goose, sting worse than a bullet from a deuce-deuce I'm 'bout to cut loose and react with raw tactics Rights and lefts be bustin' like fully automatic, I love static Me and my nigg put some shit in the game But the way we do our thangs ain't gone never change And I'm tired of you niggas actin' mean for green You gotta fight for the position of the ring king Chorus |
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