Lyrics:
mattress through the roof
This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad
for nothing
I'm a back em down like Shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand
Better pray that this chopper jam, like a radio single, man
Police radio
them Houston players
Got the two door Caprice
Black and red, like a Sega Genesis
Password first pimpin' or you can't
Get into this hangar
Access denied,
a blonde bitch
I got my own fragrance
Powered by 50, goddamn it, I think I made it
I tried to keep it basic
They wanna complicate shit
The feds on my phone
that didn't work
Fuck this shit, man I'm puttin' in work
Switch them plates, man I'm goin' on a ride
Black Bally on and I look like a fly
Give mumsy
driving shiny big black cars
And every day I see the news
All the problems that we could solve
And when a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Send
scenario
Make some power moves and tighten up my bankroll
Chumps are leary though, they see me as a threat
I'm like the black Dutch Schultz when you
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
behind tent
Serving all day hitting corners getting bent
Time went by quick when we was kicking it
I wish that there was a way I could have predicted this
What's up, dog?
What you need, nigga?
Ah shit, one time
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
brew to you
I'm gonna pour some out for my man pee-wee. (Pee-Wee!)
And do what you gotta do, all right black. Bust it
I'm the suger dick daddy
Fuck
through this tiger's masque
And should I be sung and unbroken by not saying
You mind not saying
He'll hang that heart's black and dull as the night
through this tiger's masque
And should I be sung and unbroken by not saying
You mind not saying
He'll hang that heart's black and dull as the night
High key, I don't give a fuck if you like me
First off
Pressure goin' up like jet fuel
Burnin the wax at both ends
I was in the black like "Guess
nigga Premier, with the golden touch
I never fall off point, like DeNiro in Casino
Peace to Black Gambinos and all my peoples
Dig the steelo I'm fightin'
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key
for
All for one and one for all
All for one and one for all
All for one and one for all
All for one and one for all
Distant light, covered by
of us, without consulting any of us
Sales and distributions of our futures, uh!
If this world were fair and right, they'd give up the car keys this very
at
I see irrelevance condoned by the delegates
Their regression is evident they own
What I been off
Fuck it since it's the samaritan's I sold
I'ma
Biggie's Talking intro
Repeat 6x
Mafioso
Little Ceas:
How you figure that your team can affect my cream
Gold and platinum. Black since I
the Juno
Americans look at us like we're Borat or Bruno
I don't bathe got cooties still get my kudos
Warlock from Pluto, black belt in Judo
I do a bunch
Parody of Mama DOn't Get Dressed Up For Nothing by Brooks & Dunn (Kix Brooks/Don Cook/Ronnie Dunn, Sony/ATV Tunes L.L.C. dba Cross Keys
Got the girls, the cars, the money in the bank (bank)
Keys to the house, whip bigger than a tank
So much ice it's a joke, don't mistake it for
to Xzibit, lift, build muscle I hustle
And broaden my horizons
Stay focused to the point of
The chin like Tyson
Get live like a dunk on a
Big man by Allen
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