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Barry Black

Barry Clayton Black (born November 1, 1948) is the 62nd chaplain of the United States Senate. He began serving as Senate chaplain on June 27, 2003, becoming the first African American and first Seventh-day Adventist to hold the office. The Senate selected its first chaplain in 1789. Black served for over 27 years in the United States Navy Chaplain Corps, rising to the rank of rear admiral (upper half) and ending his career as the Chief of Chaplains of the United States Navy. He retired from the Navy on August 15, 2003. more »

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Hop up in the Beat, cause I don't give a f*ck, don't it?
Smoking on the loudest dope, bitch, I got the bonus
Rolly pollie', shoot your homie, now he soft like macaroni

Bitch, I'm rollin'
like a 40,
where you goin'
Bitch you owe me,
I'm a fool with a clip 40 on my hip, better fuckin' dip
I got the shotty at the crib, I got the shotty with the grip
Aimin' at you, pimp, niggaa, try to slip I shot that nigga in the hip,

I shot him in his fuckin' hip Nigga,
he the feds, nigga
Servin' fake perks nigga, lost his head, nigga
I see that nigga geekin' off the fuckin' Meds, nigga
I fuckin' on your bitch, she said she need a man, nigga

Shot that nigga in his head twice, bitch
She said she never seen a nigga like this
I got a bad temper for you, but you like this
Blow up like a fuse, bitch, I can't miss
Took my nigga future, now you gotta get hit
We was focused on our money, tryin' to get rich
But now you just a target, so bitch, get hit
So now you just a target, so bitch, get hit

Bitch, I can't miss, won't miss, shoot a nigga dead
Bitch, focus on my bread, bitch, but now Im on your head, bitch
Catch that nigga lackin then I shoot him like the Fed, bitch
Fed, bitch, dead, bitch, snitchin' on your man, bitch

And I'ma hop on the track, I'm gettin' lit
Nigga, you too close, step back, you gettin' hit
Nigga, you don't get no fuckin' love, you just a snitch
These niggas never heard anything, a song like this

I got Balenciaga, Sagas, f*ck your bitch, like speaker knockers
That nigga talkin' shit, my dawgs, I told him, mop him
My wrist is really icy, my stones, they mingle nicely
They shinin' really brightly, goddamn, them shits real pricey

I really spent a band, goddamn, I'm just a man
That nigga throwin' shade, well, damn, give me a tan
I'm climbin' like a spider, eight legs, I flip them pans
That nigga tryin' to hate, well, damn, because
He just a snake, man, barry in ' the race
That nigga talkin' down, man, I call that nigga Maze
Maze got a crazy face, he hittin' every state
Hit him with a fuckin' ladder, now he just a heavyweight

I'm a fool with a clip, 40 on my hip
Better fuckin' dip, I got the shotty at the crib
I got the shotty with the grip, aimin' at your pimp
Nigga try to slip, I shot that nigga in the hip

I'm a fool with a clip, 40 on my hip
Better fuckin' dip, I got the shotty at the crib
I got the shotty with the grip, aimin' at your pimp
Nigga try to slip, I shot that nigga in the hip

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