Lyrics:
Yea this right here
is goin out to all them girls out there
that did me n south wrong, ya kno?
tell you a lil story its the reason
love, hate,
Yea this right here
is goin out to all them s out there
that did me n south wrong, ya kno?
tell you a lil story its the reason
love, hate ,
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
talking cats tryin' to do a nigga foul
It's goin' down nigga round up the team
I'm'll head over here just to map out the scene
Ship them things in route
I'm black man strong
This black man on
This black man , gone get through it all
I'm black man strong
This black man on
This black man, gone rise
No guidance in my city, my heart gettin' colder, it's crazy
Hop in the foreign all by myself (myself)
'Cause I was down bad
I ain't see one of y'all
believe that
We tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Toast to the best coast nigga
All bout that motherfuckin' green
[Chorus x2]
West Coast
and poked on shit that is potent
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac couldn't picture my rollin'
Hook
Cam'ron:
I said it's the Diplomats, y'all kickin' is chicken
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
Black rain...theres no chance 2 exscape it
You know how it seem like sometimes nothin but bad luck
It just won't go right that's the black rain
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
matter what happens
You're all I got in this world
(Just the two of us, just the two of us)
I would never give you up for nothing
(Just the two of us,
11 wheels
Find out where you living, kill you in the kitchen
The feds trying to clip us but we ain't even tripping
I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in
I'm
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two
Niggas got a tracking device on your car
They know where the fuck you
Been goin' all week
You left two birds at your grandma house
There's niggas ready
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
in a black and white the capacity is two.
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
Cats be gettin' gone thinkin' they got it goin' on
Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home
Check the background, St. Louis clown from
my enemies
I be charcuterie
Goin ham with the cheese
I get it by any means
Wake up
Wash up
Pressed out jeans
And Aye black tee
Cake up
Boss up
I hit
a nigga from uptown wit' a million
Actin' bad, buyin' motherfuckin' buildins
Get out the way or give your cash to me
You see, I bring heat backed up by
style ain't fit, you need to flip the script
and get on it, you might think it's all about that bullshit
But shit get real, with a mac and two
a villain, out that bowl, I made a million
Black bottles and the gold chains
Want the half or the whole thing?
You goin' hard or you're goin' home?
You goin
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