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With hearts of midnight, brightened by his infernal light
We stand as a monolith of wrath, united under the goath of a thousand young
Two horns
It was two shades of brown and scratched up plastic
It held extra line, lures, hooks, and matches
And his last name engraved in black
Right there
With a black leather top, got it made
If we go out on dates
We go in a box on roller skates, well

What about us
What about us
Don't want to cause
With a black leather top, got it made
If we go out on dates
We go in a box on roller skates, well

What about us
What about us
Don't want to cause
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
With a black leather top, got it made
If we go out on dates
We go in a box on roller skates, well

What about us
What about us
Don't want to cause
Everything went black!

Baby one, two, three
Tell 'em get the referee
'Cause he can, get the knockout
If the telephone rings
Its an emergency
'Cause he can,
Everything went black!

Baby one, two, three
Tell 'em get the referee
Cause he can, get the knockout
Pass the telephone please
Its an emergency
'Cause he can,
of Christ are down-trodden with scorn
In the dark, odiferous earth

We embrace like two lovers at death
A monument to the trapping of breath
in the box we'll wait and hide
Until' his curiosity
Entices him to look inside
And then we'll have him
One, two, three

Kidnap the Sandy Claws
Beat him
be Carol City
Used to sell dope just to feed the fam
Max box jumping with the kilograms
I feel your pain if you from Carol City
My last name should
Say it takes two to tango
But a crew to bang, yo
Superstar shootout 
Overtime at Durango

Clear out the box out
Practice at the range, yo
Get
in the box we'll wait and hide
Until' his curiosity
Entices him to look inside
And then we'll have him
One, two, three

Kidnap the Sandy Claws
Beat him
Intro:
Yeah positivity over comes negativity check it. 

A gat don't make you a man cause a man made the gat
So stop with the black on black  (x2
robots
Who forgot
Hypnotic in a 
Two thousand by three thousand mile box
Thirty five year olds lost in a x box

Playstation and videos

So that's
stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching cause I'm nervous

Thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take
stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching cause I'm nervous

Thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take
Seven lonely days in a fifty ton lorry
I know you made me what I am
And I fall to pieces
Johnny Cash in black singin'
Undertand your man from
St.
gangsters
Makin robots
Who forgot
Hypnotic in a
2000 by 3000 mile box
35 year olds lost in a x box

PlayStation and videos

So that's how it goes

World
when I believe her
I'll soon be back; I got the fever
She's a believer
I got the freight liner fever

Now, there's a railroad a-runnin' by a highway
won't stand by
And let a n**** do his dues
F*** these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the

[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Are, realest n****s puttin it down
won't stand by
And let a nigga do his dues
Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the

[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Are, realest niggas puttin it down
the gats out the stash box popped 2 glocks
Peace "All Eyez on Me" 2Pac
Everybody know he a boss he gotta floss
He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up
mushrooms
See every bullet hole in the window of my past
Now that's what I call a shot glass (two, three, four)

Empty bottles on the table
Black roses
tapes

I got a Panasonic with a set of fifteens
Black with the silver grill, shining, lookin' clean
Glove on my right hand, face on lean
I keep it by