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Poor Black Mattie ain't got a change in clothes, girl got drunk, close that door 
Poor Black Mattie, ain't got change o' clothes, girl got drunk
heat
Niggas unload, I need another dose of human meat
Outlive the creek, and black market death by the scene
As that nigga that nigga that nine
I am the Great White Hunter 
And you know I've come to search 
Just to further human knowledge 
All for science and research 
And if by chance I
The neighborhood I used to call home
These days it's lookin' like a war zone
Unemployment on the rise but the black market thrives
Money just keeps changin' hands
baby, Black Market, lift ya glass

[Tragedy Khadafi]
Yeah, why some sinners got the hood wroten
I'm outspoken, the general's spittin' minerals
another dose of human meat
I live to creep, and black market death by the scene
As that nigga that nigga that nine millimeter punch you in yo spleen
another dose of human meat
Outlive the creek, and black market death by the scene
As that nigga that nigga that nine millimeter punch you in yo spleen
baby ass
Sellin white and smokin green, shiny yellow diamond cream
Time to work no time to play, every day I'm off in yay
Usin cocallina, choosin demi
drive me to a town where
People with black hair drink special brew and I can make lots of money by charging fat old
Men five pounds a time to look up my
Now I'm on the dance floor with baby and, shit is gettin' hectic
The big homey done erected, damn I've been affected
By the funk in the boom
checks
Gem Star the Regime, Black Market, the movement
Like, look and he deliver, we eatin' your food, man

[Chorus 2X]

[Killah Priest]
It's the Market
the hood as the cars go by
The light turned green and I started to bail
Across the street, drunk as hell
Seen a fine girl at the red light
Her face her hair
Kissing your thighs
 A thousand emotions
 All black and white
 By the tip of a tongue
 You lose the fight
 What you are
 What you are is just
Big Benjamin's, my etiquette
Black shades on, black excellence
Big ego, yea settlin'
Turn the lights on, Tom Edison
Oh, we on we on like we are
on the judges for turning burners on niggas who try to merk us
On the day of judgement who knows
Until then we'll never know so for now I'm a do Omilio
Drunk
people don't beg for no restitution
Bizzy be khaki'd up baby dust a mink
You gotta love me cuase I'm ghetto fabulous
What do you think, half breed rock
Ever drunk as ever baby
Where the Hennessey
Scoob! Salut
Twiztid! Salut

[Chorus]
I’m fillin’ up my Dixie cup
Throwin’ up and I’m liquored up
We confined to these wordly ways, it's unchanging
The money makes, murder the kids, and gangbangin
The stock market crashed, they watchin my black
She can tell by the car, double R on the plate
Rolls Royce over those Black Market bumping in the Wraith
Rich nigga with poor taste, starve while
Waves of fire
This I feel
Pure desire
Is it real
Liquid pain
Heaven sent
Acid rain
I repent

I'm drunk, adrenalized and branded 
Stung by
Big bang take lil' bang fuck what you damn think
Gettin' to the bread and look blind by the pinky ring
Disorderly conduct I could really give a fuck
sit on the corner, man
We ain't talkin' bout you, we talkin' bout the same thing, man, motherfucker
(I want to see what goin' with the Black Market, I
They love us like babies, once they get to know us 
Your floweress is powerless against me 

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk 
Honey-dipped, stinkin'
with
If you scared, by dog, release the four by fours 
I heard the fagot-ass Don died, and he shit in his drawers
On the streets, black; good like
with
If you scared, by dog, release the four by fours 
I heard the fagot-a** Don died, and he s*** in his drawers
On the streets, black; good like