The door is closed the lock is turned And all the memories and letters have been burned Chorus So when you pick the handsome flower Don't forget the thron
[Kool Savas]: Verse I Ihr Fools losed! Wie, du willst mich jetzt von meinem Thron verdrangen? Tu es, Dude! Ich komm' wie die Trenchcoat Mafia zu dir Punk
einstecken Leben war ein harter Trainer doch auch er konnt mich nicht brechen denn ich war ein harter Gegner aufzugeben fur mich keine Option, ich schreite zum Thron
fur mich Es ist Fressehalten Junge wenn der Konig hier spricht Du hast viele Freunde ich bring nur den Tod mit mir Zeig jeden von euch Strichern wer den Thron
entscheide dich Du wei?t es nicht, denn du hast keine Identitat Als waren die Augen geschlossen du wei?t nicht wo du grad stehst Und wei?t nicht was du grad redest das Game
brauchst nimm die Maus und schreib all meine Strophen auf im Drogenrausch, setzt du dir ne Krone auf und erhoffst dir das du mich von meinem Thron vergraulst
'd they have to send my baby home?" F**kin' with some niggas, that paper long Been a G in the game now my son on the throne I am the beast Feed me rappers
little game you had called Crying lightning Crying lightning Crying lightning Crying lightning Your past-times, consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game
friends for miles around. I was a lion in my winter. What good's a lion, lord, without a crown. You're living in a cave, man, upon your marble throne
head busta I straight head busta Empty on these clips only bitch give you some head busta [Verse 1:] Nigga mac in the 9 homey that's how I roll Standin' on my throne
lead, we not tryin to be the heir to the throne but the air that you breathe and it's protocol for us to get at y'all With a face filled with game We
sister k.d. lang been sexin without a man we brought our ultimate plan to birth Put in work for this game, it's not a game to me We've been furnished
this sh-t that makes these b-tches go insane So they tell me that they love me I know better than that it's just game It's just what comes from fame
to the wall (wall) Turn the music up let's rock the party cause it's on (on) My game is through the roof like j-j-Jordan in the zone Fresh Prince of Hollywood, Ch-ch-ch-Chillin on my throne
find in the club, him and Lloyd Banks hugging Nigga got mad when The Game start buzzing So fuck making friends now I'm into throwing slugs Olivia talking about we a family, Game
