Lyrics:
Is Your Heart Prepared For A King

a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks You try to diss, your butt is on a

wild like a child til we reach the top Stapleton, New Brighton, and West Brighton the harbor Connect, me for vet, Don King and a tech Thug cats'll get

more than likely The money, done made a nigga all icey 4 figure ring, that boy doing his thing VVS bling, my chain long as a swing Boulevard King, but known in Beijing Fully prepared for

Or prepare die Blood on my axe Blood on my blade Gods of war will remember my name For the battle and heat For the victory feast This is the finest day As your king

like a vulture Ghostface and Madison Square is on your poster Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door You start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for

This is a game, I'm your specimen This is a game, I'm your specimen This is a game, I'm your specimen This is a game, I'm your specimen You've got to

's a showdown The 45 King is arising, suprising, hypnotising star, he's up to par So I hope you've prepared yourself for what you're in for This is

wit some niggas prepared for anything, anywhere Anytime fag in the hood are over there. Dat's my outlook on life until it ends A pocket full of chips and a

for me to put it down by war Shit is like downhill, I'ma make a nigga Smell the corpse from King's County Morgue to Brownsville (Ohh) Wrap your hood