Lyrics:
They try to take advantage of a nigga cause I'm black
They lookin' at me strange so I'm lookin' at they ass back
I got a little problem so I'm
Mystery Babylon
And though the skies
In tumult, agonise
She still swaggers in the shadow
Of the towers aimed at God
Black smoke curling from the lips
But I ain't never had to wear no black eyes from beatings
As long as he doin' right, by you and the kids
How you gon' expect that man not to be who he
this medicine's counterfeit
I was mislead by the sound of it, how am I gonna get turnt up on this Valium shit? (Yeah)
Checked in at the Royal Garden
talking everywhere, this is Harlem
This is where that Black strive meet
Things change when you cross 110th street
And Lenox Malcom X, they on it by any
And the daddy ain't nowhere to be found
Too busy bein a hoe around town
He just fall into another statistic
Claimin black men don't do shit
But
couldn't get work on Labor Day
It ain't that black and white, it has an area the shade of gray
I'm Westside anyway, even if I left today and stayed away
you know bout the problems of L.A.?
I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems
Of the people in the L.A.
See the brothers needs some type
ambition
Collect black masks when you try too hard
Not to treat her like another toy
It makes you mad as you sleep so badly
Because you're out every
bomb the moonlight
let's take it back
what was ours by right
frame of a picture, the subject's not right
oh people of the world
you have a new boy in
want your face forgi's on my coupe
So tall it feel like outer space
All the problems in the world
It's right here on my waist
Please do not get in my way
I'm pleasantly plump a phat dime
Black as night and a bright night
As you can see I am beautiful me
I was born by the river the day after the tenth
Black and deadly everyday but that's not my problem
Makin money with the family Black and deadly
Making Tracks, making stacks Black and deadly
Gangster
You knocked on my door
But I pretend I don't hear it
Tears on my floor
But I pretend I don't fear it
You're not mine anymore
That ship sailed I can't
Black Thought, yo, the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B
The symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disastrous, the master just bust
This for the listener
more beef than a Islamic farm
So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs
It's not a nigga in your gang want it
My AK slay gays, spray
must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite
Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
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
Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck
Some nights I call it a draw
Some nights I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights I wish
to stay, no, she won't catch me dead
I'm too much of an idol, nigga, no Ryan Seacrest
Do it by my V-lone, 'lone
(This is about you, not me)
Alone, alone,
cologne you smashing it
Jump in, take a spin, destination Staten
I have you home by ten, shorty started laughing
She replied, "Street, you ever ride
this phone sex) Breathing hard while I touch myself
(On this phone sex) Gotta do it cause I'm by myself
(On this phone sex) You're not here but I feel
of my lips
Thick black ropes holding me in place
Jaw dislodged by the grinding of your hips
I'm happy suffocating when you're riding my face
These roles
of my lips
Thick black ropes holding me in place
Jaw dislodged by the grinding of your hips
I'm happy suffocating when you're riding my face
These roles
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