you dare laugh 'Cuz anyone of us could catch the blood bath Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live, live Good night, good night Knock 'em out the box Black Thats right Black
soul About Face You wanna call be Baby D You can call me daddy if you Want to be Still in the game Shock motherfucking G Yea, blacked upped in the
how the blower taste Like that's a doctor from shocks, you done took to the lower waist I hope this payow is enterin' Niagra 'Cause this pistol is hard as niggas on Viagra Send me automatic
the quiet type I'm not a loud one but if I feel blows I'm a loud one and I spray like a mac fast repeatin an black automatic an that ill make your
the windows rolled down Who you lookin' at? You tryin' to fade me clown Plato, si mon, you want static When you reach for your gat to load your automatic
and gun play For the loot, we compute it, quick to shoot it So hit the switch, punk blew it, and bang the music [Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend William Black
dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches Hit a fuckin' [incomprehensible] luggage It's like a dream, I can't snap out, I black
or poor SECURITY wouldn't follow me around the store Like I'd steal something (Maybe he might of stole something) Because I'm black I rob And automatically
was white Wouldn't matter if I was rich or poor Security wouldn't follow me around the store Like I'd steal something Because I'm black I rob And automatically
wheel wood like a baseball Bat. Just like Archie said "We Ready". Whole cliques straight, "lunatics" Like Nelly, Grand Marquis paint job grape jelly, R triple BC big Black
don of this rap shit, and my album going platinum Y'all niggas is going double plastic Shit'll get tragic, if one of you fools Choose to make me use my automatic
Smooth (Smooth) Beyond the (Beyond the) Automatic, systematic (Automatic) Complex (Just ease it in) The feelings right The music is tight (The music
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts Long barrel automatics released in short bursts The length of black
5'9''] C'mon with that the throne's intact, tact we the reason niggas gotta buy they own shit back, back 30 niggas pit black in this bitch strapped foul
the back of a Kardashian The wall crasher, you're all in the forecast The gas pour in the corridors racking your doors blacking out Catch Grae backing
' clap Now everybody just, just Come on No respect, no manners It's Mad Max with multiple max, mad banana clips A black hammer that hits the back of a black
smoke some fuckin blunts, pop the fuckin trunk the neon lights gonna come, comin down the 'vard actin hard, not fraud, comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad, automatic
you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa Hey yo Yo, N O R, you can catch me in my favorite car Drop lex, black truck,