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[Timbo King (Benny Boom)] Yo, since when lyrics been about fashion Ain't nuttin funny til you see somebody laughin (Just for the money and the fame These niggaz talkin shit, just to get they name up in this rap game) Yo, since when lyrics been about fashion Ain't nuttin happy til you see somebody laughin (Just for the money and the fame These niggaz talkin shit, just to get they name up in this rap game) [Timbo King] Fuck Versace, I rock fatigues, they must keep up I can't afford Armani cuz I'm payin for my beeper Donna Karen don't exist in my closet I'd rather sport Royal garments, I'm here to harm shit Mosmimi, I never like it, it's too expensive Somethin gots to give in this mother fuckin business I bring the truth, ain't nothin but the whole truth All you fashioned wack niggaz sellin dreams to the youth Need to quit it, Tommy Hillfiger get the d-dick Polo shirt get wilted, (yo, take that shit off!) Peace, to Karl Kani who kept it real from Medina Big up to black owner corporations I drop rules and regulations Shabazz Brothers, the head hunters And plus Mecca for shinin like reflectors Letras de cancionesMaurice Malone, he got it sewn like Fred Buildin with Wu-Wear to fuck up your head! I stalk MC's while the Foor Locker on my sleeves You talk about keys, I talk about peeps and the young seeds I think it's time for a makeover Prepare for the Royal takeover, what?! [Timbo King (Benny Boom)] Yo, since when lyrics been about fashion Ain't nuttin happy til you see somebody laughin (Just for the money and the fame These niggaz talkin shit, just to get they name up in this rap game) Yo, since when lyrics been about fashion Ain't nuttin funny til you see somebody laughin (Just for the money and the fame These niggaz talkin shit, just to get they name up in this rap game) [Benny Boom] Fuck moet! I sip the Polish Springs to make my tonsils wet On Heineken's I catch my rap wet Too many MC's thinkin that they rap sendin With them wack willy styles, lyrics and Alizay big lendin Always poppin cristal in your videos When the camera passes Commence the showin of them empty classes In yoru scripts, you niggaz don't even know who your are In the tunnel, at the bar, tryin to play that rappin superstar Givin up props to the non-black people seems outta place Like criminals, Dominicans in Puerto Rico Chillin with them niggaz that supplied the attics But I heard Colombians deal with real mathematics I did bullshit, dealin, fakin Talkin bout them outta state dope deals you've been makin Are you ready for Timbo King and Benny Boom to bring the ruff Royal ruckus to all them trini-ass suckas Peace to all my true lyricists and made respect goes out to all the real Brooklyn-ass mother fuckas! [Timbo King (Benny Boom)] Yo, since when lyrics been about fashion Ain't nuttin happy til you see somebody laughin (Just for the money and the fame These niggaz talkin shit, just to get they name up in this rap game) Yo, since when lyrics been about fashion Ain't nuttin funny til you see somebody laughin (Just for the money and the fame These niggaz talkin shit, just to get they name up in this rap game) From Letras Mania