come in triple Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead Wyclef don't give a *beep* if your dead Raaaaah, raaaah Let me attack just like the black
take iron, makes my s*** constipated I'm more concentrated So on my day off With David Sonnenberg I play golf Run through Crown Heights screaming out Mazel Tov Problem with no man Before black
the glory I was hoping to Jamrock's like Damien Marley Ayo, I'm living better, second letter with a set of wings Butter leather, hoody sweater and some better bling Black
jumpin' all nights we high, hit up the block to where? East 99 I get wit my nigga to get me some yayo, double up nigga what you need? We got weed to get P.O.D.'d Fiend
? To death, death death You could be the first to feel the heat To see how much we got, we got I still be the thuggish ruggish nigga Dressed in all black
I could remember from way back in the day Coming up out of the ghetto was a hell of a struggle For selling the fiends llello But it was my dream to
't how I wanna run it Here take these five stones and bring a nigga back a hundred Gotta see my feet dude, you do shit a fiend do The fire get too hot
Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends And Mr. Mr.
on a playa, way too major for bustas Bring the ruckus muthafuckas if you think you can touch us Get on the prime co's, load the black rhinos in the 5-
in his head, at full throttle He fell, the glass crashed, he wasn't saved by the bell That was his ass black So when it comes to physical combat We can
can lift that Game in the bag but they forgot to gift wrap Blame me for never givin into the rift raft Turned into a machine all im seein is pitch black
the way that dice (Shake) I bought Dre to the Hood the driver was ready to (Shake) Guess he aint seen a real Blood hand (Shake) or a crack fiend walking
of broke down dreams With things aint always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers, Pin handlers Hustlers and doped out fiends
D Block, the city of broke down dreams With things ain't always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Pan handlers hustlers and doped out fiends
[Pusha T:] Re-Up Gang Pusha (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble) But you found it muthafucker Yes All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses shoveling
forward Got beef with radio if I don't play they show They don't play my hits, well I don't give a shit, so Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers