Valley Of The Kings

Original

God be said his hats off in the presence of us.

Accepting no losses, we gotta win at all costs.

And paid by dues, spit flames and stay blues. Nah, I do what I choose, playing by Mobb rules.

Mobb rules with a iron fist and a iron curtain.

So playboy, nothing's for certain.

Especially not in the Valley of the Kings, Red Eye, uh-huh. Holla!

Now the sun rose in, in murder doses. Negative choices following second voices.

Stress points at complete max. I'm as tough as a cig, homie, as sharp as an axe.

In total blackness and hours of chaos.

Thirty-four five seed to the souls of you haters.

The fifties wheels was spun, I smell blood.

Out to smother the light from all you love.

I'm in black gloves, I'm on pile of drugs. I'm elusive loose slugs in the minds of thugs.

In the street wars like 'Nam tours. I'm in feast, wars, I'm on all fours.

I can smell fear, homie, I know you're here.

I can hear your heart beating, hear your soul weeping.

It's too deep to rest your mind, player. Before I rip this cat, every side of you's clear.

In the Valley of the Kings, we don't sing here.

We bounce on pressure plates to get our cream here, yeah. Young lions, no fear.

I ain't lying, boy, no fear. In the Valley of the Kings, we don't sing here.

We bounce on pressure plates to get our cream here, yeah.

Young lions, no fear. I ain't lying, boy, no fear.

And when we ride on 'em, ain't no testifying on 'em. Open fire on 'em and leave 'em dying slowly.

It's for the cash, homie.

I paint a picture of the savage through a bond with Mobb blood.

Mobb love for cabbage. With bad habits and attitudes on dudes.

Who don't need dudes that act the utter complete fool.

We Mobb with a iron fist. At the end of the sixth, you can hear 'em screaming this.

West Mobb, nigga, we give it our all.

Level four ruckus what you niggas saw.

Hot to the touch when I bust. Spit flames, travel with a nigga, bruh, bruh. In the Valley of the

Kings, we don't sing here.

We bounce on pressure plates to get our cream here, yeah.

Young lions, no fear.

I ain't lying, boy, no fear. In the Valley of the Kings, we don't sing here.

We bounce on pressure plates to get our cream here, yeah.

Young lions, no fear.

I ain't lying, boy, no fear.

I'm out this motherfucking planet and dimensions I walk. Wordplay lead his body to within the lines of chalk.

You push me, get your world split, nigga, wide open.

I'm gone, but destructive, watch your ass die choking. When I fly like a falcon, swoop and scoop up my prey.

Perched on the shoulders of death at the end of all days.

When killers pray with their chest is wide shut. We can't do shit, we're twisted and fired up.

Get riled up, some bodies getting wired up. Tie 'em up, drop anchor, and sink 'em before sun up.

In the river, nigga, pull the trigger, keep some digger, nigga.

No filler when I spill a thriller like this one here. In the Valley of the Kings, we don't sing here.

We bounce on pressure plates to get our cream here, yeah.

Young lions, no fear.

I ain't lying, boy, no fear. In the Valley of the Kings, we don't sing here.

We bounce on pressure plates to get our cream here, yeah.

Young lions, no fear.

I ain't lying, boy, no fear.