least six digits on So the guns gotta be at least midget long The money, is like ten bridges long I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on I got some
five member click And Blackbird is gone But you never know how long That muthafucka might just creep up Leavin' two in your dome And it's on [Chorus] Blackbird is gone
bubb and crack it? Knowin' the son would be crushed, when he judged our actions (c'mon!). And, what happens when your platinum plack is gone (it's gone!)? And
check It's on 'til the break of dawn, I keep it on And on and on, and on and on and on and on Like clockwork, we hit these niggaz where it hurt Knock
t see it with your glasses on Without a witness doing shit on my lonely and then I'm gone All I ever wanted was to flip the script U pull a gat on me and
them, oh shit Coming and going and I be running the show and I be knowing they knowing And I be gunning and blowing and I be stitching and sewing up everything
pick a song, grab the mic, click it on Time to get it on, kick along See if you can move to the words I speak Pick up on a rhythm (kickin' wit da beat
's dead And for once folks are happy hands were thrown instead of lead The line outside is about three blocks long and gone Security makin sure, only
fuck shit All boppin our shit to that new Rock and Ruck shit Me and hold strong been down for to long We done seen these bitches niggas outside, now come and gone
And move with the dirt, I gotta push on The nights is gettin cold and the days long So never tell me shit about a rough time Dependin on your parents
member click And Blackbird is gone But you never know how long That muthafucka might just creep up Leavin' two in your dome And it's on [Chorus] Blackbird is gone
