pussy down with the Harlem Heat (Uh, huh) All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?) They run around actin' like the black don't care eat And
' scared tryin' snatch mine I murder niggaz, like you on the humble tip And use murderin' al, 'cause he don't bull shit They scared of me, so they ran and
An they know when it?s time To handle business nigga lay low Presentin' more urban tales of crack sales An black mail, an black males, peelin' black
, hustle on ya check Get cho' spine, get cho' neck broke Fuckin' field cats and chat No Limit nigga, real nigga, who Don't give a fuck when you dead and
Watch the aroma, catch those who love me My underground dirty cats on dune buggies I be the type to take your watch and flaunt it Kidnap T.Lewis and
my toes G'd up, spill gin and juice on brand new clothes Pulled up, hit a switch and dropped the back On the prowl in a black hat lookin' for cats I
what up if i loan you tweny you know you got to gimme back forty i feel like a black democrat over throwin these n***as rats killin tracks fitted cats sittin over my wisdom black
millenium, got me in mo' for killin' 'em Green backs, I want a mil (of) 'em! But don't minimum, strictly max out, the ol's put the black out Niggaz be
, and the rails, and the tracks and the tacks, and the black and the bats, and the shrivelled shrill lights trip and laugh over the weeds and the blossoms, and throats open shut and
, One time! [Samples from beginning] [Wyclef] He looked at my permit and said, "Get out the car" I'm about to bring the earth, wind, and fire life
I'm sayin, look [Verse] Why can't I call myself Pretty (Pretty) If you thugged out, cleaned up, seen us, all black truck and blinged up Big bucks must be made and
think and grow rich, that gives me the advantage Uncle L L, I got product for sale So I can bail Al Sharpton out of jail Somebody gotta do it, somebody in the black
the al capone suite - la fam' and my bed lady My sweaters shed crazy - 180 below the red avery I'm tryin' to see dynasty And ain't nothin' stoppin me
and anti-American synonymous Back in the day I would've gotten black listed just for speakin' up Hoover probably would've screamed Communist I want black and
in the day I would've gotten Black listed just for speakin' up Hoover probably would've screamed Communist! I want black and brown unity But cats get
next And we go again My enemies I keep friends 'cause when I wind them I got them and take them rock bottom And rap is fire I'ts U-Verse-Iya Hit man
and old and infants can hear it (Love is) - Knowin the rap game is not the same And still I came Whoever killed 'Pac and Smalls, they're lame Erick Sermon
the facts about real life and death situations Mack with real ice rings, breath tkin' See me floss with whores, double ways and doors The crew Pa Pa, Commishoner style and
