Lyrics:
I'll build it back again
Piece by piece
Brick by brick
I'm so sorry for what i did
Now you're the accidental victim of friendly fire
I'll be patient
on the dankest load and am
R I P black the ripper
We go call this one damn
Cah were out still trying to fight for freedom on the land
Bop bop dop dop
Man will
Get the shovel for the pain gotta dig through
Did that bid for some shit that I didn’t do
I just wanna paint a picture black and white or color
Live
spine, we lookin' for blood
You know how I bleed black (slatt)
Say you love me but you're uppin' and leavin', that's that (slime)
Yeah
Man, we count
Recorded by: Hank Snow
Written by Tony Austin
[C] The Warden made a comment
That the Governor sure does write a pretty [D] hand
As he [G] handed me
can score
(Working for the black gas)
Cowboy number one
A born-again poor man's son
(Poor man's son)
On the air America
I modeled shirts by Van
those who be clowning me
They giving fake smiles to me, but I wanna thank you for the family that you gave to me
I'm sorry that I'm different to you. I'm
Everybody know me, know me by Black
Black be smokin' weed mane, smokin' weed by da stack
Got dis, got dat, got swishers, got blacks
Got dat smoked out no
these nggas don't know who I am
Like a man, i'ma stand, if I ever go down
For the block and the set
Just a Glock and a vest
Btch, I'm Pac in the flesh
Mo3
sold mad weed
For the next man, who was the Don of the clan
Niggas actin' like they got the block locked
Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food
the things I write
Until you spend a night in the South Park twilight
I'm steadily trying to reach my black folks
But all you want to see is a nigga
by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F Baby, now
live for weed to make money
Man I want so much cash when I wake up in the mornin'
I can't even much count it
Silkk the Shocker, or should I say
The black
yeah)
Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F
never had no pussy wetter
I was down for you through any weather
I’m the only reason you got yo shit together
And you repayed me by bringing me more shit
real ones around me
I hope you haters understand
You haters understand
You aint tryna stop a man
But a motherfuckin army
Gotta have it on me
By my cover
back (what what!)
The superthug is back, is back
(yo, yo, yo I give you a pound and my tigger finger stick out!)
Index that, I drink a becks black
for me and you
I ain't know that Bill Clampett wanted some too
You tell his folks that I'm sorry 'bout that Lexus
I'm 'bout to dip and see my sister
the same niggas that stuck by side
Yeah she claiming that she love me I know it was lies
I ain't switch up for the fame man you can't say I ain't try
Cameras
could stab her
she pushed a sick jaguar
paint shined like it was black lacker
she carried a small gat for back up
whole shit spectacular
me jack
Surely, the picture that I painted wasn't for you
Now I see you in your true glory
I'm sorry if by publicly displaying this, it's wrong
I just
is where she gon' slide
Balenciaga slides and Versace on her eyes
Girl expensive taste ain't really my type
Looking for an emo bitch with black around
A sad misfortune came over me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band
(Chorus)
black and the Cadillac
Sent by the devil, where have I been at?
And I ain't coming back
Waiting for my train to come back
Tell me how it is life pass me
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