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gin 'fore youu get to sinnin' on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Everybody duckin', my fuckin' lil' homies

Lil' homies
Drinkin gin 'fore youu get to sinnin' on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Everybody duckin', my fuckin' lil' homies

Lil
Dirty boots are on, hi di ho
Pinking out the black, dreaming in a crack
Satan got her tongue, now it's undone

I got some dirty boots, yeah dirty
Dirty boots are on, hi di ho
Pinking out the black, dreaming in a crack
Satan got her tongue, now it's undone

I got some dirty boots, yeah dirty
it's off the pursuits
Back in fatigues, black tees and Timberland boots nigga
The year is new I want my spot back
Take 2, matter fact take the whole
[Mr. Shadow]
Wuz up dogg

[Lil' Rob]
Wuz up homie,
Check out the suburban right there homes

[Mr. Shadow]
Which one, the black one?

[Lil' Rob]
Yeah,
Dirty boots are on, hi di ho
Pinking out the black, dreaming in a crack
Satan got her tongue, now it's undone

I got some dirty boots, yeah dirty
alone
That's when you move right in
And make yourself at home
Mr. Pain, Oh, Mr. Pain

We'll you'd think by now that I'd have learned
To see through
Leather boots poundin' the floor
Black and shiny kickin' the door
The police, hit the streets
They would never take the boots off of their feet
Announcement 1 (track 1) 

"It has been rumored that a new People's Army has been formed by a certain 
'Commander Black'. A few minor incidents
the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.
He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..
Mr. Big!

chorus:
Well hey, hey Mr. Policeman
Bet I can drive faster 'n you can
C'mon hoss lets have some fun
Go on shoot me with a radar gun
You look bored and I sure
my Atlanta braves ball cap it's almost black from the tree sap
I'm a country boy with no noodly suits, got my slip on Georgia boots
When I get dressed
Mr Lonesome, go cheer up somebody else.
Mr Lonesome, go cheer up somebody else.
Ain't got nobody, but I can do it better by myself.

I been here
presto

And you'll all say
"Oh, well I never, was there ever
A cat so clever as magical
Mr. Mistoffelees"

"Oh, well I never, was there ever
A cat so
and the boots Don boost to stomp potholes
Mr. Job Kicker, ease off, cause I got soul enough
To sell it, yo let spell it, B-L-A-C-K
T-H-O-U-G-H-T don't play
Everybody knows you don't give no lip

To Mr. Marshall Stack
He's dressed in black
With a power attack
He's Mr. Marshall Stack
Oh he don't mess around

When
Hey Mr President
And baby And baby
Oh Mr President
And baby And baby
Oh Mr President

Caviar on summer sunrise
I feel so good by his side
Want
mean I can't do no wrong.
I woke up early one mornin'.
Mr. Lucky, standin' by my bed.
I woke up early one mornin'.
Mr. Lucky, standin' by my bed.
I
And Little Miss Someone does not want to stay
Everyone's moving, with places to go
And Mr Zero - he sadly stands still
As the water goes one way, the train
And Little Miss Someone does not want to stay
Everyone's moving, with places to go
And Mr Zero - he sadly stands still
As the water goes one way, the train
Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
It's the jump off (Come on)

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump
it's off the pursuits
Back in fatigues, black tees and Timberland boots nigga
The year is new I want my spot back
Take 2, matter fact take the whole
a letter full of sadness trimmed with black around the border
A pair of boots for someone who had them made to order
A bible in the pack for the Reverend
Owww! 
Get on down [x3]

[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose 
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots