Reclaim the Throne

Lyrics

[Chorus: Tre Nyce] Nice pistol, mine is chrome Where'd I get this wrist full of shiny stones? By writin' these live hooks, rhymes and poems Swollen is back to reclaim the throne Kingdom come, bass lines, and bring them drums This is game time, play mine, we're number one Kingdom come, bass lines, bring them drums This is game time, play mine, we're number one [Verse 1: Madchild] I'm a jacked up motorhead, yup Sippin' a soda pop, trouble on my block Not a shock we don't go to cops We make house calls with shotguns and loaded Glocks Gold and platinum plaques back to back 'Cause we sold a lot Everyday I come home with more than I left with Writing raps, settin' traps, getting cash, I'm an expert A battle axe attached to my necklace Fuck around, it's a death wish I'm building with my fans to perfect this Especially fresh to death, that's what the click is People saying "Madchild, that white boy's the sickest" Meticulously particular, I'm kicking up dust I'm definitely the next to blow, so shut the fuck up Back to reclaim the throne But brought some friends along We got the Bentley, got the Benz, we got the engines on Bitches in bikinis, studio at the crib I'm in the hot tub poppin' pills and eatin' ribs with a bib I'm drinking Pepsi watching Scarface in the theater room Two cuties rubbing my shoulders, putting me in the mood Life's good, and I ain't got no problem sharing the wealth With my bros no point in being at the top by yourself [Chorus: Tre Nyce] Nice whip, yo, mine is fast Where'd I get this fat pocket full of cash? From selling llello Mary Jane and Hash BattleAxe is back and yo we came to smash Kingdom come, bass lines, and bring them drums This is game time, play mine, we're number one Kingdom come, bass lines, bring them drums This is game time, play mine, we're number one [Verse 2: Young Kazh] Baby, I know you see me Looking hard through binoculars Young money, fat knocks, African rocks for ya KC, BattleAxe, cha-ching, we mop it up Van to T-Dot, nobody stoppin' us Rappers talk tough, end up calling the cops on us You rather shoot it out You don't want to box with us Pocket full of high notes so I call it the opera Mobster, used to eating steaks and lobster [Verse 3: Tre Nyce] Ayo, my game is proper, and my aim is to gwap up But you should never throw rocks at the throne My knights real don like Al Capone Run up in your crib, snatch you outta your home Split your wig and blow your mind out of your soul, asshole I only beef with those impeding my cash flow I think things through before lettin' the Mac go But oh-oh-oh-no, young Trizzle is not so [Chorus: Tre Nyce] Nice pistol, mine is chrome Where'd I get this wrist full of shiny stones? By writin' these live hooks, rhymes and poems Swollen is back to reclaim the throne Kingdom come, bass lines, and bring them drums This is game time, play mine, we're number one Kingdom come, bass lines, bring them drums This is game time, play mine, we're number one