Thi'sl - King Without a Crown (feat. Corey Paul & Swade)

King without a crown, a king without a crown x4 (Thi'sl) Yeah Ride around with the top laid back Let it knock boy, I'm back and I love my city Got a heart like 'Pac for the block But your boy big and black like Biggie Got the dope boys with me, so the po-po see me And they gotta pull me over cuz they think I'm riding around with the .4-4 with me I don't do it for the glory, boy I do it for the king And I don't bang for the hood, but I do it for the streets And I do it for my mama, all the nights she sleep And I do it for my kids, cuz my kids gotta eat Granny in the kitchen, whipping them turnips She told me God got me, I told her I turn up Over beats I turn up, in the streets I turn up Matter fact imma change my name, from now on you can call me Turn Up Whatever you thinking and you believeing, I am, I'm not Unless you thinking and you believing I am, I'm hot Set this world on fire, you can feel the heat You die for that crown, mine at his feet (Swade) I throw my crown on the ground And place it at your feet While I'm out here tryin' to get it Make sure all my people believe I'm never down for the count And I never know defeat I'm mobbing through the city And these people watching me But I'm a King without a crown, a king without a crown But I'm a King without a crown, a king without a crown But I'm a King without a crown, a king without a crown But I'm a King without a crown, a king without a crown (Corey Paul) Give me 5 dollars on pump eight Transmission slipping we stayed Ran a little late, we straight Cuz momma made sure we ate I was about 9 years old when my daddy got found Noose wrapped around his neck in the attic of the house Knew then that the devil would thrill as the blood congealed He kept the weapon concealed You swear to God he had gills Reptilian, cold blooded killer and his co-defendant looked familiar Say it look like me, say it look like you If it look like a felon then my cousin got two My brother got one, and my partner got three I'm trying to explain to these g's we kings but A ten dollar rock turn a pretty prom queen To a beggin' dope fiend on Martin Luther King Lord please I'll place my crown at your feet, If I don't know where my crown is Whole genealogy full of ideology, now I don't know which crown which How am I successful with this robe and scepter I'm the reason the king was murked I don't know what you know But I'm the one way, way back in the church still smelling like purp And you say that you do, and my crown made of gold And my daddy is a king, and I'm right I really deserve death But the one that was murked, he died for me And brings a king to his knees, and my crown to your feet Lord, take all that I got, you know Prostrate position, face down on the ground Like the law just hit that block (Swade) I throw my crown on the ground And place it at your feet While I'm out here tryin' to get it Make sure all my people believe I'm never down for the count And I never know defeat I'm mobbing through the city And these people watching me But I'm a King without a crown, a king without a crown But I'm a King without a crown, a king without a crown But I'm a King without a crown, a king without a crown But I'm a King without a crown, a king without a crown