Lyrics:
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
it)
Yo, case closed, erase my foes
Chased away by the black suits, shades and clothes
We above the law, Feds can't touch me, y'all
Highly ranked, black
more, call me Gold, Cuz I'm way more than a mind, body, and soul
My identity was stolen, they ain't bring me on the boat, I got crossed out by the people
your all, like Mortal Kombat
Standing tall, Latino black pride
Fuck the law, if you ain't by my side
When you fall, you betta bounce back
Bring your all,
by-any-means on
Pardon, I'm getting my scream on (Black)
Enter the kingdom (Black)
But watch who you bring home
They see a black man with a white woman
live from
2-1-5
[Chorus]
We setting it from south-side pushing this up north
From Illadelphian reps to fly points across the map
To bring it back
made of black crystal
The black flames
Have finally spoken
It wants a sacrifice
Of the disbelieving hordes
You bring them to me by the head
I'll let you
the tree.
Our friends are all around, and the storm was a no show
Said we look better in the black and white photo.
Picture you and me in the cabin by
the tree
Our friends are all around
And the storm is a no-show
You said we look better in a black and white photo
Picture you and me in a cabin by
matter, nightstick or bring your big trigger
Our nation is protected by some pro-Black niggas!
[Professor X]
Making note of some minors. I'm not talking
matter, nightstick or bring your big trigger
Our nation is protected by some pro-Black niggas!
[Professor X]
Making note of some minors. I'm not talking
got a misdomener
Cause I got a deuce-five, and I'm black as Sarafina
Get the hell out Somolia, we didn't call y'all
I can't wait till I can kill all
[Chorus]
Beats bangin' better bring it big or bounce bitch
'Bout to blastin' in blood I'm back in this black brick
Boss ball I've been breakin' bread 'n
the banksta'z, bring it on through (Black banksta'z)
Fuck who you knew, son in your booth, my nizzle what the fuck you gon' do
Material untaxable, so any trap
of the beast
Don't look into his eyes
Burning with malice past the point of no return
They're piling bodies one by one
Fulfilling all their dreams to come
of the beast
Don't look into his eyes
Burning with malice past the point of no return
They're piling bodies one by one
Fulfilling all their dreams to come
Just in case you forgot
We go by The Runners (hold up)
Chris Brown
This what we do
We do this
I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money
maybe finally we'll see what we've buried
Well maybe finally we will talk
Extracting confessions
By means of wine and beer
The black dog needs his walk
This Can't be a Craig Vill Song
You see my momma told me you better never sell crack
And if you do don't bring ya black ass home
You see My father
your soul and the pain feels eternal
And so, you will be hugged by black wings again
Under black wings, under the shadows
Screams in the dawn
Bring your
INTRO
Yea (yea)
J - A - Y (you know the rest)
Chea, yea, yea, yea
VERSE 1
This is black magic
The fear dissipating through all the havoc
Breathing in the same air, black don’t make me different
You can burn my cable, but I know I’ll be more
See the world is evil, it’s been on for too
who'll laugh first
Starfort projected way past Earth
Into a distant age
This is not the phases of the moon
Black mass black sphere
Bring the end it's
yea I got the pin
By the door with a AK, let me in
I don’t smoke, but that choppa split you like a backwood
All white interior, with a black hood
I’ma
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