No hits, In the modern age. No hits, No hits, On the frequencies. No hits, No hits, Halt the dancing crowds. Terror, Terror, Making it in the shade.
don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever Black Rob If you wanna dance,
fitted caps Dwell in the habitat where cons and killers at Faced a thousand deaths, cowards'll bow to the feet Of the Almighty, a God to the black child
ever really cared I went to the mountain face all covered in tears I wept but the mountain didn't seem to hear
And sing me a song of my own I will walk alone by the black muddy river And sing me a song of my own When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain
We used to be number 10 Now we're permanent one In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
[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
I'm coming around the mountain when I'm coming I'm coming around the mountain when I'm coming Because I came around the town And everybody knows my sound
don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever Black Rob If you wanna dance
Throw the gun up out the window, see the corner that I bent it It's just so simple how we get so D.E.E.P. Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits
to think about coming back Chain smoke em, turn they lungs black See I was raised to love black, but sometimes Black folks wanna sweat you harder than
my mind on my fetti just to let you know Strapped with rocks, [Incomprehensible] an' cameras in my black fo'-fo' On the east-side, nigga, tryin' to get me some paper Lythonia, Stone Mountain
street drop it Chorus Verse 3: (yo Maestro, tell 'em what you wear) I wear a black tuxedo black tuxedo black-black-black (oh my God) a black tuxedo
a song of my own I will walk alone by the black muddy river And sing me a song of my own When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain And the stars
The cold chill hits the night As we're dying for summer Stare out your window To the flickering light Let the sun breathe us in Our bodies are waiting
it goes And I suppose MC's still wanna try me King of the mountain is a hard rock Do you understand, smile but I'll take you out like the mob Check it black
