THAT'S CRAZY) Man, I wouldn't miss this if they paid me (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Come through, man, parkin' lot (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Fuck cops, we watch the block
Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon) Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso (used to call me fatso) Now you call me Castro
Christ and thank Him Therefore He lifteths me up So I don't see no haters Well, let me get this shit in order, I got somethin' for you You ever seen a black
ordered cheese eggs and grits, I had the swordfish What is this? Three niggaz dressed in black Roley's on they wrist, feathers in they hat One tapped me
it's the odd shottie that got cats, likening me To the mob John Gotti rap dudes bitin' me 'cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley Pardon me y
Bad Boy collaboration [Intro (50 Cent)] I love niggas! I love niggas! Cause niggas are me! And I should only love that 'presents me I love to see niggas
Act a fool you better watch out (Uh-huh) Hot shit be ringin the cops out (Come On) Street niggas is ringin them shots out [P. Diddy] Short circuits blacken
you better watch out (Uh-huh) Hot shit be ringin the cops out (Come On) Street niggas is ringin them shots out [P. Diddy] Short circuits blacken the
won?t fold ya?ll can hang it up, Bring me the Jury and the Judge watch me crank it up, Ya?ll know this real shit cost you can ring me up!
Til I came back in that black on black phantom ghost Looking better the picasso ya'll should frame me Killing niggaz kunta kinte ya'll should hang me
by the P, living comfortably Come with me, round and some would see why they fuck with me Bentley's pulling up in three, multi-coloured fleet Y'all sour me
you see me you know everything black and yellow [x4] I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in black and yellow [x4] [Young Jeezy] Brown blunts, black
give me back pain Fuckin' up my money so, yeah, I had to act And short nigga but these ho's love my accent She came up to me and said this the number
me I'm wrong Why the f-ck they let me on this song? I don't even care who own this song Chris could've called me, man you should've called me Man, god
a bullet straight through my brain Yes, I would die for you, baby But you won't do the same No, no, no, no Black, black, black and blue, beat me 'til
more hours, then eat some corn pops Lay around all day in boxers and flip flops Turn on my three-sixty and play some Black Ops Nothin' on TV, so I'm watching