Lyrics:
was in love back then now I’m done jeez
Album art for this part done by niece
Little black dress oh she wanna tease
New Year’s Eve im headed to sin
What the fuck do I look like
Being a slave to slave
Mane the definition of support
Done changed these days
AND DID's my black album
Then I back out
it's a fast price
That's why I'm movin they don't see me when I pass by
Course: fast life we living the fast life look how much fast car and look how
Techniques a lo one-two, ready jalo bambú
Every heavy taboo que saco de algún álbum
Credit pa' los tattos, reddit no da status
Está tu mente enfrente
streets disciples
Readin bibles like Illmatic
The Black Album to get wiser
I been lookin for a rival
I been lonely as hell
Erroneous tales they shoutin
you Black, it's all trap
I was tryna solve all the family shit
Same time gettin' robbed by my management
Same time arguing wit' shawty gettin' mad
feet
Kapeesh?
I defy the feat by defecating on beat
Fuck how you feel i've got an oral fixation
With spitting liquefied razors
So ill that they cut
I take the head
Ain't got no problem 1v5, I take that choppa let it spray
Throwing up that green flag 4kt but the black one be stainless pain
Hundred
Yo
Yo
This for all the girls I know that would never tell me no
Who post photos wit' quotes by Marilyn Monroe
Swear they ain't diggin' for no
albums
Underrated like Don Cheadle it's
Don P though classical like Sinatra and
Hendrix we're endless
Black mafia hit's that Mobb Deep shit
Gets deeper
And they say, "Maxo a bitch", they say, "Maxo a hoe"
He got rich and he dipped, don't come around no more
They say he switched on his clique, yeah,
gotta know is my stage name
It's like everybody's switchin' to rappin'
And girls don't gold dig no more 'cause now, they diggin for platinum
I'm the black
broad in Tahiti, big ass green bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on em like bulimic
Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem
Wait! Fuck that bitch
of you needing further reference
You may, purchase the Redman album, the first one
Listen to the song "How to Roll a Blunt"
But until then, you shall
started and I'm head hunted by promoters you ain't even getting mail
Funny thing bout this whole shit
Making paradise was a living hell
I don't even have
the Christians stay on deck, cause you and I
In 96 we chew or fry, we do or die (??)
(do or die)
I'm do or die, I'm do or die
I don?t know about you but I, be
start at 10 and it's sold out by 11
Rappers blow up, go and debut they whole album on Ellen
But not me I do it for the, do it for the streets
I do it
the deuce to the ten
Vinnie a carnivore y'all is arugula fem
Mecca Medina followed by Jerusalem then
I'm a gorilla from the Biblical zoo with the pen
Kool
Don't take my kindness for weakness
36 peak shit
Sweetness, ride the bridges skim the bubbles real fridged
Don't get mad couse we lived it
As our dog
You strike me out as a lame in real life
The chain on the neck don't connect with the mainframe
The source, the fake gone force or refrain
When I
black cars
And everyday I see the news
And the problems that we could solve
When a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Send it straight to gold
I
stop
Cause its 187 on a muthafuckin cop
And ya stripes will get took quick, bust ya damn dick
By a reckless young black pit
Indo or tai, nigga lets get
My man Pretty Black
Said he seen some folk
Turn vegetarian when the beef come
Spit gangster shit
But don't step to the war drum
In fact they jet when
the door in yall trap,
I had bust a n*gga head,
Nah not for real that’s a tall task,
They say a cobra decisive
Black and white somebody don’t fed
Ah uh
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