Crowned King of N.Y. (50 Cent protection riddim) | Anno Domini nation instrumental.
Инструментал Psycho by Life and Death productions of Anno Domini Nation. ___
Verse 1: Aeah! Warrup niggaz with white skin, One Love 2 my hommie 50 Cent, always wellcome in ma house, who weared with me 5-size more clothes of our joint uncle,
memmories of collection metal quater-dollar for fist quater-ounce of product on two to become the Shepherds of generations... Warrup!
Кто на микрухе: моё имя прямо переводиться как Два Яйца, или 2 магазина патронов для Узи, произведенных бойцами Израэля, прямиком из моей Маленькой кельи, посвящается Aaliyah, моей музе.
В рэп лезут пиздёныши, только подполье понимает Thug Life, да и то неправильно, я не пришел воровать, Bitch, или u wanna take 5 где-то в районе Mulholland Drive под мои крики: \"Я и Один на микрофоне РАТЬ\".
Хук: Whaddouknow bout Fifty, Crowned Kind of N.Y., so coma'on, come get me! It's all eyes on him until u recognize Da Lord, I heard that non of us bout y'all sucker heard any word.
Whaddouknow bout G-Unit if most of ya think the G Means Gangsta, return of Universal Prankster as Bill Hicks said, talkin' bout my Books you bought and read, let's see how u handle with double-edged GAT of my mouth.
Verse 2: Fatass bums like Joe, Khaled and Policeman Ross wanted steel some of my intellect power, but got overdosed, Pure Livin' Water 4 those who thirst, St. Michael's collectin' the righteous souls killed inna hollocauste.
Putin or Obama: masonic monkey drama u feel frogish so trunna leap and Moises strike down with the Mjolnir Hummer, listenin' 2 Ghetto Q'ran Ima just wanna say Wu Clan bitches walk turnin' around afraid 4 ur mommas.
And u wiil know All Vengence was ready before y'all demons first thought to betrayed me, and even if I've comed down y'all ain't steady enough 2 tell any truth so repent at least in lookin' 4 protection by masonic zeus.
And even if you thousand times fall into the ullision That u killed my body, I am stil the Master of Fusion, The Alchemist who calls any star by it's name, so bow Before da Biggest Game of a true school playa.
Хук: Whaddouknow bout Fifty, Crowned Kind of N.Y., so coma'on, come get me! It's all eyes on him until u recognize Da Lord, I heard that non of us bout y'all sucker heard any word.
Whaddouknow bout G-Unit if mosy of ya think the G Means Gangsta, return of Universal Prankster as Bill Hicks said, talkin' bout my Books you bought and read, let's see how u handle with double-edged GAT of my mouth.
Outro: I can feel in commin' in the air tonight, Makin' the biggest sunstars stardust, the creational chaos, u ain't, but u were must respect me when I said the simple Words of a simple Thugster. The blue-black skinhead rasta, And I will watch from the sky that is highest how u beg 4 mercy in hell, motherfuckers.
Hook 2: Please tell me what's a nigga to do when I Ressurected so far away from Cali, and lots of Ya say in vein that I'm Holly, but same hypocrate fallens ain't even said \"Namaste\" 2 me inna
Hollywood, dependin' on mood I can listen to \"Feel Good\" song by Gorrilaz or rude \"Angels deserve To Die\" by System of a Down, fat ass faggot Get prepeared 4 the \"Rudeboy Sallute\".
Whachugondo when Pun ressurected comes knockin' at front doors of ur studios?