Lyrics:
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
Black cotton
Black cotton
Black cotton, a symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tale
Ghetto gospel that is, listen
Rotten
Life has been a freakin mess, since I was a little shorty, by the time that I was fifthteen I had 2 have a forty.
Smokin reefa popin pills was my
[verse 1]
Check that soul in
Tape is rollin
Black don't crack
Where the party at?
Stax, jumpback
Wax them tracks
Barkays cut it live
Like 45s
Strong
the black bag..in the ground, she gat fucking high..with the money show, attracting by her
I look at them warra see is boom the bomb shaking to explode
black why
Cause all ya'll whack
Keep talking get all yall cracked
Get on some mob shit and
Get all ya'll whacked in that six by nine
It be too cold fuck
Back it up and don't stop
Black dove, black dove, black dove
You can tell by her walk
Black dove black dove black ...
She do what she wants
(x2)
been makin' peace
With the fact black bodies are worth more if they're deceased
I'm trapped in a nine-by-twelve, awaitin' our release
Not takin' it
of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious)
consider the latter
Never a thought to reconsider
What actually matters
So now we find The King
In a drunken scene
Gathered by servants, soldiers, and his
to Killed By The Rich!!!! A2theS2theH2theO, Ndlestremofbombs, (Sickle Star).
Whats up Jay and Bill! hey Matt(y) I was Just kidding dude! You don't believe me
play the cowboy to rustle in the dough
So the scenery is healthy where her eyes lay
I am an early bird but the feathers are black
So the apples
Check it out y'all
Ch-ch-check it out y'all
Two, two Live Crew
Two Li, two Li, two Li, two Live Crew
Fresh, fresh, fresh Kid Ice
Tre-treach Dee
I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
Judging by my steel, I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
Black, put your muscle up
Black, put your muscle up
Black, put your muscle up
Black, put your muscle up
Black, put your muscle up
Black, put your
what took so long
Thought I couldn't swim but that backstroke 2 strong
I prolly fry a pig, but ain't one for the beef
Keep a piece 4 the peace, go 2 war
recognize, freak bitches fantasize
Uhh, ahhh..
Chorus: Lil' Cease
Uh, one two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha
Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
One two
to smile
All I wanna see is skulls in a massive pile
Bruce Willis, Bruce killers just actin' wild
Smoke all them niggas, stay Black & Mild
Classic style from
abuse and keep goin'
Survival of the fittest, corse rule for the strong
Down the by the bay not the biso, but I drink Cisco
When I go to Honna's I order
A Queen without self-esteem But, listen if u can
(Come Again)?
I said listen 2 your man
Strong black coffee Afrikan
But u won't (why)?
Cuz your ears r like
nothing like having your jaws severed;
No joke, ribs broke, skull cracked, 3 nurses,2 doctors and some staples put my skull back/
Bones cracked, collar bone
the cops getting dropped by the gun shot
Usta come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up
They know we fed up
But
yall
Westside get busy yall
Worldwide get busy yall
Now on your mark get set
Go cop everything you ever heard by P.Crack Dice Raw and Black
Fuck
get busy ya?ll
Westside get busy ya?ll
Worldwide get busy ya?ll
Now on your mark get set
Go cop everything you ever heard by P.Crack Dice Raw and Black
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