King Von
King Von
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King Von
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King Von
King Von
In “Too Real,” the late Chicago rapper King Von makes direct disses towards oppositions such as FBG Duck, FBG Wooski, and Rooga, known members and affiliates of the Gangster Disciples from the 6300 South King Drive, rival to Von’s Black Disciple set from the notorious O'Block.
The disses in the tra...
[Intro]
(D-D-DJ FMCT)
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
[Chorus]
Man, these niggas hoes (Hoes)
I already know (I know)
Tell him drop the lo' (What?)
He gon' get exposed (Get exposed)
Too real, I cannot go (I can't)
Plus, I keep a pole (Keep my pole)
My chain white and gold (White and gold)
Wrist so cold, I'll make it snow (Make it snow)
Rap beef turn to homicide (Uh-huh)
You diss then we gon' slide (What? Huh?)
He got shot but he ain't die (What?)
Sike, you know he died (Uh-huh)
I fell back and got my bands up (Uh-huh)
Still, I'll make you put your hands up (Put your hands up)
I'm with Edogg, he gon' blam somethin' (Uh-huh)
Free D.Rose, he ain't tell nothin'
[Verse]
How you real? Your homie just got killed (How?)
And you still ain't did nothin' (What?)
You the type to get booked and tell on your friends (What?)
And act like you ain't said nothin' (Damn, damn)
I'll be damned, niggas know who I am (They know)
We got the call and spinned the van, we call it 2 A.M (Let's go) (Let's go)
Niggas think it's sweet (What? What?)
Since I got rich like I won't shoot at them (Boom, boom)
I'm on the block, still fuck a broke nigga bitch (Yeah)
Boy, I don't give a shit
Ice so cold I make her sick, know who my dentist is
I done shot so many men (What?), I think I'm 50 Cent (I think I am)
I ask once, won't ask again (I won't), know who you dealin' with
If I crack once, won't crack again (I won't)
Ain't with that feelin' shit (Nah, nah, nah)
[Chorus]
Man, these niggas hoes (Hoes)
I already know (I know)
Tell him drop the lo' (What?)
He gon' get exposed (Get exposed)
Too real, I cannot go (I can't)
Plus, I keep a pole (Keep my pole)
My chain white and gold (White and gold)
Wrist so cold, I'll make it snow (Make it snow)
Rap beef turn to homicide (Uh-huh)
You diss then we gon' slide (Huh?)
He got shot but he ain't die (What?)
Sike, you know he died (Uh-huh)
I fell back and got my bands up (Uh-huh)
Still I'll make you put your hands up (Put your hands up)
I'm with Edogg, he gon' blam somethin' (Uh-huh)
Free D.Rose, he ain't tell nothin'