Lyrics:
These nights take control of me
Calm highs filled with ecstasy
If I die Pray my soul to keep
Your eyes take a hold of me
Black lips
Brown eyes
I met
Day turns to night as I rise from my grave
Black was the hole were I laid
Stalking the city to seek out your blood
I love when it showers from my
I'm so high
Rock on!
Black shades
Three-quarter leathers and medallions
Honeys lined up ready to ride like stallions
Since good love is hard
slowed down by the weight of my necklaces
Parked the Lexus in the projects, bitch, I'm reckless
Extra magazine, hopped on a jet with my Ebony chick
them niggas in the hood is the reason we stressin
I miss that gangsta love and that lil' affection
Them butter soft lips when you kissin my chest
and rave
I'm raw plus I got more plants to blaze
Fiends came back with thieves
With files Long as Stant isle
And back to Queens
We strap black Mac's with
Unsaved number
Satisfy my hunger
Your jet black lover
Jet black lover
Bitter cigarettes on your lips
Don't care, we been feening for this
Of the poisons,
then spit the stems
Description, Liberace, fit's the gems
Was six when I traveled
The young black Pharrell
Walk you out your crib wit
Your lips around
let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
Fall nights when I lie to you
I don't abide by
Stained cigarettes when you walk my way love
Lips made of Roses
Shy nights die when I see you walking
not zip up
You lip up whip up.
Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones
We come back cause we heard
Hip hop needed another anthem
Black like
thru civil rights and civil fights emancipated with still divided by black and white
Like the conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn we broke patterns
don't care 'bout my opps (I don't care 'bout no opp)
Yeah, take a pic, (take a pic) Richard Millie, no stop watch (uh-uh)
Take a pic of your lips
and Ganksta NIP
Gave me the tip on the niggas yappin' lip
Too Black hooked me, Lil' Jay booked me
Shakin 'em, breakin 'em, makin and takin 'em fakin' fuckin'
eve parties
As we kiss hard on the lips
And swear this year will be better than the last
Jet black - the ink that spells your name
Jet black -
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
Once upon a time, there was a little black girl
In the Brewster Projects of Detroit, Michigan
At fifteen, she was spotted by an Ebony Fashion Fair
as I punch counter, in bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hoodie with a scythe, shit, I laughed in his face, spit
stood silent
While black women were beaten and bullied by black men, and white men, and white women
For centuries anyone who wanted to hit something
a junkie, fucking with 'ron and cocaine
Slay you both down, better hold down or get clowned
By the world renowned, Cypress compound!
Heavy artillery
everything you want and more
Jet black hair and pale white skin
Lips of an angel, sweet with sin
Jet black hair and pale white skin
Voodoo smile, sweet with
let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
the eightyeight on your wide hips
I wanna hear the fourteen words from your luscious lips
You are the sweetheart of America
Crucified on a swastika in black
I
in the photo booth
Guess this old beach town burned out for me and you
I can see the smoke rolling off your lips
Feel my fingers runnin' through
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