King Without a Crown (feat. Corey Paul & Swade)

King without a crown, a king without a crown
 King without a crown, a king without a crown
 King without a crown, a king without a crown
 King without a crown, a king without a crown
 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
 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
 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 guilt
 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
 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