Lyrics:
dollar, ask what I feel? Nada
Give a bitch yellow fever, all these gold bottles
And late models, I lean throttles
Roof back with the coupe black, playa
with these Guns in my hands
I been go'n through something
They don't understand
In my mental
Everything's all instrumentals
The keys drool and the bass
passage we go open a black gate (Just go through the back gate)
Huh could it be and old lady reading a bible in bed watching TV
By the back door
Into
soul, it rose
Turn into a black crow and fly into the internal night
That's when I also take flight
I turn into a great falcon
With mighty wings, when
like black leather coats, you pleather that
Last dick on the line, we way ahead of that
Squeezin like Freddie Foxx, and his two glocks
Rocks don't
that I ap-ply (ap-ply)
My peeps mass, karma N.Y. (N.Y.)
Check it out, you see you other emcees, sound like brother emcees
Raised by the same pop
Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape
To primetime television and your guilded cage
Then, forget his people in the world still enslaved"
I barbwire my wrist, and let it fill the page
Gun firing
be in Russia
I'mma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mask
Wit' da limited edition classic
Rhymes
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
of ya ears
I splurge with the paper ma, I don't care
How you like it, pumps or boots
Jeeps or coops
Minks or leathers, fifty fall off never
Whats mine is
an a-hole, AK holes
Think face blows
And understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
the cycle managed by their 400-year advantage
They don't feel you black man now you getting paid
They wanna kill you black man cause they still afraid
Don’t
Drip, drip, dripping
Drip, drip, dripping
Drip, drip, dripping
Drip, drip, dripping
I be dripping gold (Gold)
Platinum, silver or it's rose
I be
(Kato on the track bitch)
Who do we have, Mr. Fat, black, and mellow
The only n***a repping the hills and not the ghetto
The one from those
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N
All by my lonely
Way in tha back like a shadow im scoping
(Ay peeping)
Be on yo ps
N****s be scoping and you dont even kno it
(You don't)
N**** dont
hit someone who's
Guilty we're the people who sit back
And tolerate children owning guns
And we're the ones who tune
In and watch the up-to-the-minute
piff, when I ride by in that black on black
Ménage à trois with two double D's, come to see that's racks on racks
They ship it in, I give it to ya
a DEA agent out his Chevron
All of his Eli's machette'd up stainless
Never heard nothing, all you hear is the guns bangin'
Rockin' pastel blazers
hard, I'mma get me (Laugh)
Ya heard me (Ya heard me)
The Black Grinch
If the Grinch was a black man he would be my daddy
Cause he keeps a gun cocked in
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