Lyrics:
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
Then against my better judgment I went walking out that door.
I smiled at one person then I nodded to three more.
One man asked me for a dollar,
man, as long as I'm stompin' in these Broganes
There's no playin', soon as this army stop, ya' got no hands
Damn!!! Ready for war, and keep the weed
Now I'm ready to go
The club is twelve blocks away
And I got no loot, so
I walk ten and take a cab for two
Black duct tape over the hole in my shoe
big baller parties every other week
This is the clique nigga 2-2-6
Black Connection nigga again the code is 2-2-6
Droppin' dope hits, takin' a nigga
later in a shop, I was stopped by a man. He said, "I know you're looking for something that's hard to find and I think I have what you have in mind."
man-in-black.
He stretch his hand to my left shoulder in fear.
I'm chasing my shadow inside my own soul
I am the persecutor of my self in the wild hunt
phone in the west wing, y'all are soon to fall
For the oldest-known joke in the phone book (what the fuck's the phone book?)
That's like a black book
Hey, well
I'm the friendly stranger in the black Sedan
Won't you hop inside my car?
I got pictures, got candy
I'm a lovable man
And I can take
numbers
Keep the fiends nose running when that cola coming
Still thuggin cold blooded with this murder shit
Body bags lot of rappers on my Murder list
Black Cadillac
Loadin up the trunk in back
Keep your eyes peeled
Bringin 1950 back
Black Cadillac
Loadin up the trunk in back
Keep your eyes peeled
Close your eyes, just enjoy the ride
You'll be fine if you're by my side
I won't waste no more time in life
You belong here by my side
Close your
Then mister you're a better man than I
Mister you're a better man than I
Could you tell a wise man by the way he speaks or spells
Is this more important
home and get shot
Then I said baby it wasnt my fault this man had a gun on me
Besides how was I to know that you was gettin down with this crooked ass
else?)
How you mad I'm on the block with gremlins? (What else?)
War time, don't sit by the window (what else?)
This a Patek, this not a Cartier
Time is
On a quiet street
In the city
A littleold man walked along
Shufflin' thru the autumn afternoon
And the autumn leaves reminded him
Another
for whole-lifers
Trying to avoid becoming the sort of man that i carry this pink knife for
Of course, running on no sleep, a head full of regrets
I
me how to see
This initiation enlarged my sight
I now found the witch in me
Through the lucid eyes of witches you'll see
The things that man can't see
your blessing
I rebuttal
We gotta do better this gotta end
She just want someone to match what she giving and be a man
He said Kidd calm down
The story
on a muthafuckin cop
and ya stripes will get took quick, bust ya damn dick
by a reckless young black pit
indo or tai, nigga lets get high
2 to 3 blunts and watch
Her booty fat and naturally
It's messing with my sanity
Ou man, the way she moving, god damn
She said, "Get with the program"
I knock that shit like
So you have to honor Jushu
And black Tibetan magic
Just another kind of voodoo
Camouflage regime
We maneuver through militias
A man do the heavy
with their bitch
I done upgrade since then, stay on my shit
So long, long time
I was prayin for this shit
I remember spittin rhymes out
The basement
cousin Roman and Niko Bellic
Get carried by the beat too much but this one an exception
Free the sample if you know we chilling
I be wearing black be
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