Lyrics:
And nothin' but the truth so help your black ass?"
"You Goddamn right!"
"Won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?"
Fuck the police comin'
And nothin' but the truth so help your black ass?"
"You Goddamn right!"
"Won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?"
Fuck the police comin'
Ya heart feeling sore
Ya mind cant more
Ya coat, suitcases, and all ya luggage sitting by the door
Last look over your shoulder, ask you are you sure
Been down bad from the block
Run fast but we ain't catching up
So we gotta keep going
Been picked on by the cops
Suspect, put us all in the box
But
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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
bruises you can't see those scars
Chorus (2x)
Everything I Touch turn to diamonds and gold/ black boy Magic/ I say my game to be sold/ black boy Magic/ boy
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 on a name, my pops chose
by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the Sycamore tree
Which makes me
A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim
At ten
by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the Sycamore tree
Which makes me
A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim
At ten
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
Box in the face with a X6 key
Box in the eye with the fob I
Use to log into my HSBC
Talk about banks, kill 'em with Ps
Run up in your girl's house, two
the stash box popped 2 glocks
Peace "All Eyez On Me," 2Pac
Everybody know he a boss he still gotta floss
He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up north
Lulu, give me whatever I ask
Bucket low like Ace Boogie, I re-up two hundred cash (uh)
Richest nigga in my city, got my neck on Rick the Ruler (yeah)
Yellow canary, tennis bracelet necklace, knahmsayin?
Three quarter black mink, shades, canaries in both ears
Knahmsayin? Black Phantom, triple
Big Bodies by Body Head Bangerz
Intro:
Old school, lacs, delta 88's, box chevy caprices, monte carlos
We takin it all the way back
Hook:
big
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
his flag like a ref on a penalty
I'm fresher than lemon squeeze, wrist-wrap chill
Pitch-black car wit' them pitch-black wheels
Nice more stash box, big
My love for you
Is like a angel flying through the sky
Like a bird in the winter and
Your love for me
Is so deep, and sorta like a black rose
Like a screen pass
The straps hang off of the arm
Like it's a lean bag and I can box
This right hand'll lean Cass'
I take him back to the early 2000's
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
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
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