Lyrics:
She can tell by the car, double R on the plate
Rolls Royce over those Black Market bumping in the Wraith
Rich nigga with poor taste, starve while
shit
George Bush got some nerve, fuck a war
We trying to serve motherfucking 8 balls
Til’ we live at the pool hall
And knock billiards out of your
They'll break your horns and slash you with steel
I say it so it must be so
Now I'm down on my luck and I'm black and blue
Gonna give you another chance
I'm gone
Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle
Prominent premier, premium bravo
Watch him explain ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though
the work, love how you whine too
Neck, back, gripping your hair, working your spine too
Gentleman, I let you come first and then I come through
Nine lives
bad meanin' good
Though i'm talkin' some of the finest tunes
To ever bang in your hood, yo
World notoriety, recognized by mad societies
For supplyin'
Mama used to say, Take it in your stride
Mama used to say, Live your life
As the years went rushin' by he would cut down on his age
He would tell
Yeah
Jacquees said, yeah, yeah
I'm a young, Black Maynard, mama gospel singer
Daddy dope slanger, born from the anger
Tryna work a angle, get
Smoke good, eat good, live good
And I do this for the city
Got some Hennessy and my real niggas with me
Fuck the police
They gon' have to come and get me
Police radio signals sayin' that a 187 land on your corner
Coroners comfort your mama
"Mama he's dead", the next morning I toasted up with my homies
We
time flow
I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O.
My crew swarm in, tell a bitch please
Didn't mama tell you about the birds and the bees?
to tell me this and that
I pull up all dressed in black
Give the girldem heart attack
Unlike like your ex, I gave you that
I'm like an X-Man, I got powers
to die? You think you can fuck with them thug niggas?
Come on, tell me the truth, nigga. Look in my eyes. Bitch, we get live. Bone thugs-n-harmony,
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
find that key
But the kid stay dope like the "Black Eyed Peas"
And Fuck them niggas that wait and see
They my fuckin enemy
Cause The same niggas that
the large picture
Congrats 'cause you made it out your mama's house
I hope you make enough to buy your mom a house
I see your watch icy and your whip
slug, back out (what what)
Look out the way, 'fore your whole hood shot up (yeah)
[Chorus - Black Child - 2X - w/ ad libs]
The Inc. is back, the Inc.
Ayy, Suge what I tell you, nigga?
When I come out of jail what was I gonna do
I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right?
Watch
my head by the sword
For now that I've seen what I need to see
Please take me where I need to be
"What have you learned?" It's better to tell
Africa oo oo hea
Ilu Mama mi Africa
Africa oo oo hea
Aye lele ee ye Africa
Motherland Africa
Africa oo oo hea
Tales by moonlight
Is what they tell us
When
they really need they mama
Looking back it makes me smile
Peeped his bullshit all the while
He thought he stole my heart
But he missed it by a mile
Even
a black man's might
I heard a sister say she don't like darker shades of black
On a man 'cause that's wack
But to my light skin sister can't you tell
You're
the shadow of the playground
You want to fight for your people
Don't you sal
Sal
Well, yeah if I got to
Umbrella man
Come here I want to show you
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,
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