Lyrics:
controlled by the trigger
Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga
So if niggas want to bite the sound like Tyson
Deck him in the left eye,
life
We ain't starvin' like Marvin, won't see no roach
When ya chill wit' the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin' on leather watchin' big screens
the suu
(lie in cut for y'all)
Check it out
Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
In your tracks,
Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
In your tracks, a wu, tang killer bee's on ya back
I comes for
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
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
lives here anymore
© Black Leather Music, Inc. (BMI)
fatherin' them
James parked in the complex, shawty walking in
Black leggings, leather jacket, and some black shades
Shorty five seven, few days earlier she
I remember when I used to be innocent, ain't shit changed
I'm a young black belligerent
Child of an immigrant, lifestyle frivolous
'Round here we
weapons under their leathers
These young is is on drugs
Actin hard when they really need hugs
The plan from the higher ups assassinate
But the black
where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags
Don't stop, keep goin' don't
(no passes)
I spend major loot on khaki suits
Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots
I box niggaz twice my size, I bust wit
the way back
And I'm acting like Dennis in Vegas, stacking up wins
I'm a young black boy, armed, dangerous
To those who want to come and try harm
spot V.O.
Live at the handball session, white Wimbledon's
Send them, my throat is the top session for men
Rap graduate, seen through the needles that was
wish - filthy rich by sixteen
Swimmin in cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Song knockin on hoe's answerin machine, uhh
True baller, bitch page might call
denim, better in leather
Just right in linen, and so fine in good weather (uh-huh)
In the summertime, she on my ass
At the barbeques, buying me a drink
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
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
a shattered screen (with a shattered screen)
Got on a black leather skirt, black bra, black Maybelline (black Maybelline)
And you tease me by showing off your
shoutin', people wearin' pastel leather
The future's ours for the takin' now, if we just stick together
And I said
"Hey, lay your burden down
Seems
shouting,
people wearing pastel leather.
The future's ours for the taking now,
if we just stick together.
[Chorus]
And I said "Hey, lay your burden
Don't worry about these
These are Christian D's
Black leather Wallabees
Dodging wannabes
The story getting old
I gotta stay cold, Ice
Passing on six
The rising moon faces the sickening sun,
As the lights in the tower blocks go on, one by one,
A big shot, overlooking this black iron skyline--
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