Artist: Heart Foundation Album: King of Hearts Song: Stay Typed by: Cno Evil [Fes Taylor] I had to slide O.T. to get my head right I got my bread right, now I'm on the next flight Back to New York, poet, even rap when I talk Kinda like it's practice, master the sport I'm fresh like, scenes from the movie, blasted on court Plus I'm nice wit my jabs like Zab when I fought Brought chains from Willy Box, blocks wit the milli cocked Plus hustle out in VA, I got Philly props I called Divine, get your video shot And I ain't talking bout film, niggas really'll pop Yeah, I'm still grinding, trying to get my records known Beach chair reclining like Miami is my second home See I'm the new king, next on the throne These muthafuckas should of left him alone, weapons get shown Niggas is pulling pistols, when these bullets hit you I fuck with the Acky shells, like loaded missiles [Chorus 2X: Fes Taylor] Would you die for what you believe in? Would you ride on any nigga that's beefing, lie in the precent? Most niggas don't retire for street shit So I aim first, fire and reach it, tires is screeching [Mr. Prezident] If I need the bucks, I'mma let the nina buck Under pressure, ya'll niggas fold like pizza crust I'm in the meanest truck, stunting with the meanest cut I ain't trying to fuck, I'm just trying to get my penis sucked First I make a grip, then I make it flip Ice in the jewels, look like lights on the Vegas strip Yo, I pitch 'caine, I'm sick with the pitch game Big chains, bitch, I'mma rock star like Rick James Come fuck wit us, Prezzy got the bubble guts Shittin' on the hood, damn right, we got them double ups No more half of grams, I don't do the hand to hands We ain't need to talk, if we ain't talking half a man Get ya cake up, been had the beige stuff Heart of the bake up, leave ya fiends face up That'll get ya cake up, holla at P And remember you get pinched, you ain't copping from me [Chorus 2X]