[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 ^!$$%z talkin %#@!, 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 ^!$$%z talkin %#@!, just to get they name up in this rap game)


[Timbo King]
$#&@ 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 %#@!

Mosmimi, I never like it, it's too expensive
Somethin gots to give in this mother $#&@in business
I bring the truth, ain't nothin but the whole truth

All you fashioned wack ^!$$%z sellin dreams to the youth
Need to quit it, Tommy Hillfiger get the d-dick
Polo shirt get wilted, (yo, take that %#@! 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
Maurice Malone, he got it sewn like Fred

Buildin with Wu-Wear to $#&@ 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 ^!$$%z talkin %#@!, 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 ^!$$%z talkin %#@!, just to get they name up in this rap game)

[Benny Boom]

$#&@ 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 ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z that supplied the attics
But I heard Colombians deal with real mathematics
I did bull%#@!, 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 $#&@as!


[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 ^!$$%z talkin %#@!, 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 ^!$$%z talkin %#@!, just to get they name up in this rap game)