Lyrics:
Thirty-one years and no conclusion
The boots were black
No-one's fooled by sly illusion
The boots were black
There's only one fact you need to know
page from Bris
He told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whips
Somewhere in the Florida sticks
It's a set up
Tell the crew to keep their
came 2 rock, Dynamite!
Hook1; Nic-key
I'm so serious,
Like a Silver Black Guerilla
Don't get curious,
Get too close, I just might kill ya
cbout my
intelligent black woman Y-O-Y-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made by woman and male
I rhyme about
Black on black she say I still look like a ghost
Mmm
I just kept her so she'd help me pay for smoke
She help me hunt to leave wit two cause I need
[Featuring Smif-N-Wessun]
Verse One: Steele
Here we go, break of day, with a mad live session
Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon,
back
Killing these niggas in all black
Look at these bitches, tryna broadcast
Bad, it's two, it's not even nobody bad as you (oh yeah)
Come on,
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
Yeah, 2gether
Your boy got popped in a drive-by yesterday
He'll be lucky if he makes it through the night is what the doctors say
You can take
between the two confronting figures
And stares deep inside their black eyes
First her, then him, then her again, then him again
She starts to spin on her
mushrooms
See every bullet hole in the window of my past
Now that's what I call a shot glass (two, three, four)
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses
going back on my hit list/ im tryna black out the business nigga what 2x
Grand Rising
me and Bustarimo muy peligro
The hottest Negroes en Los Estados Unidos
Hotter than Reno when discovered by Bugsy Siegal
I'm black like Don Cheadle
(One, two, three, four)
(Uh)
(Check)
I'm an angry black man
Justifiably so
I have so many stories to tell
That you'll never know
Because you can't
(AP)
I like my bitches redbone, ass fat, Jell-O
Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello
I'm the king of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
(x2), that fish is not a tomb
Chorus 1:
He calls me out (x2), He makes beauty
Out of ashes ooh {x2}
The stone, the stone that was rejected by
know I'm too savage
I got two ratchets get your crew blasted
Roof, trashed it mazi flew past 'em
Foreign coupe, smash 'em new classic
Black and blue
She is ruled by, she is ruled by two wolves
One needs the other, she needs both
She is ruled by, she is ruled by two wolves
One needs the other, she
Killing us one by one
In one way or another
America will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is, the troublesome black
and nothin' but
the truth, so help yo' black ass?
"You're goddamned right!"
why don't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say...
Fuck the police commin'
Black Superman
Please save these young niggas
[Verse 2: Frank Knight]
You know why we thugging cousin cause we still bugging
Like when plantations
Them baby wolves, playin' by the sea
Little boy says I'd like to keep two or three
So he raised them well now, yeah he raised them lean
Till they got
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