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It's like a throne that he don't even own He won't sit down, give him a crown, he just throws it around It’s like a joke, he’s like a king, but he don’t rule a thing He don't want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry He don't want the room or want the loot, he's in it for the sport Running circles 'round his competition on the court He appreciates your support, but he ain't begging for it And you can love it, you can hate it, but you can't ignore it You can't be that ig-nor-ant, though you can try to sell him short But you can't fuck with his last joint or the one before it And he was born to raise hell like them country boys And if I'm fronting, man, you better come confront me for it

This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It ain't healthy to be making niggas paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys I'm doing a hundred tween in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thing Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power, and respect in this rap game

He's straight outta a neighborhood where niggas hate To see you blow and eat your dinner off a bigger plate Their stomachs ache while he's lounging in the big estate And he hops in a hundred thousand where the nigga stay, houses with a bigger gate Hounding him's a big mistake, he won't surrender he'll rather give up a rib to break Cause he remembers when they wouldn't lend a helping hand Till he was sitting on green like a Celtic fan Created a buzz to where you gotta mention his name When you discussing the illest players that's in the game And he's riding with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and 'em G-Unit Records ain't a motherfucker stopping them

This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It ain't healthy to be making niggas paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys I'm doing a hundred tween in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thing Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power, and respect in this rap game

He's no magician man the kid does something out of nothing So that niggas from his hood act like he owes him something They talk crazy till they send niggas to where to buck him Ask him if it's a problem and he'll say "nah, it's nothing" He was gonna help 'em out but since they fronted fuck 'em He don't care how they feel they can hate him or love him He held his own on his own the kid is really thugging He's rich now, he ain't changed so niggas think he bugging He bulletproof everything cause niggas try and buck him Keeps two pistols on his hip I'll show you where he tuck 'em Niggas say they gon' get at him but they can't touch him Try to catch him slipping they creep in and he start bussing

This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It ain't healthy to be making niggas paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys I'm doing a hundred tween in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thing Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power, and respect in this rap game

I can give you niggas something you can talk about I can turn your smile upside down You ain't no G you a fucking clown I can take your girl and tu-turn her out Don't hold it in let it all out I can give you fuckers something to be mad about Invite her in send her back out With my DNA all in her mouth