Tha King - Midnight Storm Ft. 50 Cent, Styles P lyrics

(Tha King) Back in 92' i was just trying to eat right, felt the heat of day and the dark of night, i didn't hear the bark all i felt was the bite,tryin to get my self better tonight cus livin like this has no meaning,all the countless hours, that ive been spending, seems like im gonna be stuck here forever working long days, always getting better, no reasonable doubt, was ever put on my head, just music's deep thought while, i lay in bed, my pa**ion is unforgiving, those who hear it are undeserving, because most are doubters who had no faith in me, i just think its cus you envy me, because you aint, got the courage to step to the mic and scream, all the sh** i do in reality, is in your dreams, like game said in his life long story, dont let b**hes like them take your glory, put em in a lyrical choke hold, dont let go, until your finished with your flow, because a b**h like you becomes dust, two shot with a mac is a must aint got no trust in the king, i now see your deserving, quit with all the hurting, and end your sh**, i keep hear the hood say, king you got a hit, 2 clip barrel loaded, two week later your floatin, smokin the city's best, try this sh** its yo test, NY's best cant stop my game, all you wanna do is stop my fame, keep talking that sh** and my next is gonna make your name famous, Now known as the guy who cant tame his business, my coke business is str8 profit, i got n***az in South America making my coffee, I'll put you out of business in one week's time, then ill have you working for me most of the time, keep the 9 on my left, and on my chest i got my vest, neva know when your gonna need to make a mess, take my test cus your gonna need a gangsta degree, just so you can actually chill with me , turn your back on me, k** your a** then put it all over BET, where your should be, cus your not real, the pain in my heart is never gonna heal. (Hook)X2 The Storm is coming and we gotta make moves for today, so let me show ya what were gonna do, were gonna keep it real, till the storm comes thru (50 Cent) I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin ya stop frontin I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n In the Bible I read, d**h is of the tongue And if you talk about d**h enough d**h is gon' come Dave taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head Randy a** was there, now he runnin scared Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm craaazy If you ask me I'll say I'm what the hood made me Now I can stunt 'til my a** dead broke like Jay-Z Or put a hundred grand on e'ry n***a head that play me See I'm cool with them Hatian mob n***az {?}Tu say sapa say mavule{?} and rob n***az The media be tryin to make a n***a look bad, wha**up with that? See my flick, next to bring Papi and Cat And Montana, I k** 'em with the grammar I enhanced in the slammer after bangin them hammers (Styles P) Yeah, word, yeah If your head ain't offa your shoulders (uh-huh) You ain't get shot, you got nicked n***a (just nicked) Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone It's gon' do more than chip, n***a (a lot more than that) Yea, what the f** is the problem The Porsche is red the buckets is Army 30 shot handguns the gutter is starvin (yea) n***az like me might rush your apartment (word) Bloodstains'll f** up your carpet, brain on the window I smell murder every time that the wind blow Tie him to the chair and then knock out his chinbone I don't want the throne or the crown, I ain't sellin up You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell enough (hook) x2