Artist: Timbo King Album: Gangsta Chronicles Song: World Wide Fraud Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Timbo King] My nigga Fifty Cent from Brooklyn, you heard? Got CB4 little ass niggas out there.. (BLAP! Run back, niggas) You running with a Brooklyn nigga... youknowhatimean? Thorough like that (niggas know) I ain't never seen the nigga come through the hood in Brooklyn.. [Chorus: Timbo King] This is wrestling? What the fuck, this ain't no Smackdown Oh you hustling, you sell crack, now? Oscar Award nigga, oh, you act now? I can't hear you, ya'll in the background Come in the spot, ya'll all get pat down Gats in your grill, now, go 'head and rap now If not sit your punk ass back down Them goons on the street, ready to attack now [Timbo King] Stop playing games, all ya'll lame niggas Don't let Bo King start calling out names Now the real Fifty Cent, got bodied, gun downed in the lobby Murked off, so now you know, that Brooklyn bullshit, yea pa, I'm on it Can't fuck with the Kingpin, you see me, you see a thousand men The murderers, kill something, peel something, eat all ya'll food, nigga Rude boys with automatic tools Jumping out of coupes and hoops, it don't matter As long as his head splatter, murda, murda, murda Bloody, nigga, g's up, get that money nigga Block muscle, do the hustle, like back in the days Bitches like it when they platting my braids Pimp juice, yeah, run in my veins, gangsta Brickface, nigga The type of shit that get the papers, nigga... "Oh my God, sounds like there's hip hop people out there!" [Chorus] [Timbo King] Aiyo, four-five-six, now what, nigga c-lo Ya'll get pushed out the way, get mushed out the way The bank is mine, stop ya'll from playing Now who wanna roll these? You scared, nigga? Fuck-fuck police, I throw all threes And talk, money, muthafuck your walking money I'm keeping that, call me Bo King, bet that I four and better Casino nigga, no, you can't see me, nigga I'm nice with mines, these dices is mine Now we can gamble til the sun come up, I let my son gun up And put the drop on you, gangsta move Yeah, I eat your Chinese food, beef or broccoli Muthafucka that, yo the block is hot Got grimey niggas ready by all means necessary Don't you know hood legendary? I was born on these streets, I was raised on these streets I hustled on these streets, got stalked on these streets Gun shots from new locks and mother gasp You don't want Brooklyn on that ass, nigga Yo, you don't want Brooklyn on that ass [Chorus]