Artist: Timbo King Album: Gangsta Chronicles Song: Magazine Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: Timbo King] Yeah, yeah, Bo King, Fort Knox Knock the door down, Armel, Ancient Coins Brooklyn, yeah, to be frankly speaking Frank 151, yeah, aiyo, be careful out there on the streets Aiyo, yo, aiyo, aiyo [Timbo King] Bo 747 crash head on Any mic that I get on I spit on, I'm dead on For all yall, Yo who try to portray You get blown away into small balls of clay So far yous a duck, With wings and a tail Your bitch stalkin, She downstairs ringin my bell Cause death is hell, Life is heaven Live eternal through the power of words that's revealed through a journal The black herbal smoke in professional lungs Them black ratchets, The big ones professional guns Yeah, Murder in the first, Blast first ask second Cats heard what the fuck I said, My last record So kick rocks, This is where your bullshit pit-stops Blow, Twin glocks push you back 10 blocks A half a mile, No you not laughin now Nigga, Cowards, Be careful, The Streets is dangerous Bo King Fort Knox, Armel, Coins, Brooklyn Frankly speakin, Frank 1-5-1 nigga