Lyrics:
a thousand hunnids while I'm puffin' on spinach
Bought myself another Bimmer,
cnd the shit vintage
cll black everything with the windows tinted
It's a four
be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know that I'm not
voltage of an eel
Truth that I reveal'll
Crush the amateurs who scream they keep it real
Caesar black down, hoodied up in fatigues
Part-time minor
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
black tux, binocular
Black luxe, stop it I shouldn't be so popular
Name keep poppin' up face keep poppin' up
On the tube I'm just watchin' Pacquaio box
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
the foreign
that black color top yuh we move like it's stolen
gotta flow
I just lay back and I vibe with my woes
holding me back ion worry bout hoes
Rarin got
ion want you as my lady
We talking money yeah I get that on the daily
I'm just tryna pull up in an all black Mercedes
All my homies on the west, that's
get the lips on your
Pussy swole playin' that pussy role
I got bars like phone car reception
But stay strapped like back packs, gat black
Biggie Smalls
I’m on that album shit, bitch
Got my nigga Philthy up in this motherfucker
(Got my nigga Philthy up in here) what up?
(What up?) j Stalin
Chill shit
Ion know what ima name this junt
Cash app cash out I can't have a cash app
One of them mfers
I make the beat rock (Hip-rock)
Pull on yo block equip
backwoods KD to the face
Glock 26 on me ion got no safety
Run through the bag ion got no patience
I add to the stash by the thousands
These niggas ain't got
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
of dap if his name was Woody Black?
O.j. Found innocent by a jury of his peers
And they been fucking with that nigga for last five years
Is it fair? Is
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
to be put in cargo
To be shipped to the land of the slave master
Thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands
Of miles away from the motherland
makin a dent and be leavin the tracks bent
Steppin is the lyrical black gent, my Nubian accent
Breakin em up and then makin em take in the smell of my
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the softest hands
I love the ground on which
One nation silenced
On that fatal August day
Thousands perished
Vaporized by sonic waves
Fires blaze throughout the streets
Sirens echo like haunting
an album, get classes
(Chorus)
(Prodigy)
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B
B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns
Phil Knight
Oreos in Oregon State
Pop twenty pills in the night (ooh)
Goin' a thousand miles in another state
They ain't oreos but they bright
(straight
ain't help me with shit
Just know that money talk and that bullshit walk
Best to believe it
I'm riding solo in the whip
Black and mild that's on my lips
Weezy by here
And I love to see you do so
I love my coupe blow on them deuce-o's
I love a cute ho and you probably love her all right, girl
He
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