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on hold for the Major Key
My album done, niggas, wait and see

Classic shit, timeless, forever, iconic

My signature fade with the Bevel blade
That's
didn't see you in all black when everybody was suitin' up,
Back on the block, kickin' it in and it was no you with us

8 miles and running, got my 7
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
Opera, Black Tux, Binocula
Black luxe, Stop it I shouldn't be so popular
Name keep poppin' up face keep poppin' up
On the tube I'm just watchin'
Opera, Black Tux, Binocula
Black luxe, Stop it I shouldn't be so popular
Name keep poppin' up face keep poppin' up
On the tube I'm just watchin'
away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)

[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by
, and green
With a key sissies now with this bein' a new trend
We don't fit in crackers is out with Cactus albums
Blackness is in, African symbols
Cocaine dealers walk the wrong side
Up in they rides,
Looking cleaner then I seen them the last time
Then selling dimes, now its quarter keys, stacking
Cocaine dealers walk the wrong side
Up in they rides
Looking cleaner then I seen them the last time
Then selling dimes, now its quarter keys, stacking
for a sport nigga
That be horrific, we glorifyin' them drug dealers

Yea, so where yo keys at Playboy?
I sling high, purple leafs at a warp speed
How can I give this all up
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn't enough
I just can't get caught with these keys
With these keys
I
, and green
With a key sissies now with this bein' a new trend
We don't fit in crackers is out with Cactus albums
Blackness is in, African symbols
dead

Straight from high street, raised by the o.g.'s
Never slanged keys, but quick to drop them be's
Put 'em in the trunk and that ain't no front
'Cause
History, black history
No president ever did shit for me
Had to hit the streets try to flip some keys
So a nigga wont go broke
Then they put us in jail
There was a time I had the right key,
Rolled the tumblers, threw the bolt
On every wandering eye I caught
But something has changed it's all wrong
I'm a show you rap niggas what real talent do
Never shook up, doing with skills not book up
Four-course-meal is what I cook up
Put your notebook up
down niggas that look just like you
What up, Blood? What up, cous'? It’s all black, I love us

The paper read "murder, black-on-black murder"
The paper
down niggas that look just like you
What up, Blood? What up, cous'? It’s all black, I love us

The paper read "murder, black-on-black murder"
The paper
Wake up too early to twist the key
Stumble on over to the Mr. Coffee
Pour myself a warm black existence

Nine to five at the morgue
Overtime for
Cocaine dealers walk the wrong side
Up in they rides
Looking cleaner then I seen them the last time
Then selling dimes, now its quarter keys, stacking
the door on a store, pick up the album
You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed
So I can enter your mind, Boys
Bring the noise, my time
Step
surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label
Mr. Black President, yeah Obama for real
They gotta put ya face
the middle!" 
"Come and get some!" 

Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
"You could get the finger the middle!" 
"Come and get some!" 

As I run up
these
They belong to the 98 posse
You want some more son, you want to get some
Rush the door on a store, pick up the album
You know the rhythm,