ترانه:
Black Squad

The good... the evil are fighting in your mind Lose the fear in choosing what's right or wrong Facing the inner fear makes you... stronger Trying to kill the black

them radars to stay free from the cops Crucial choices to make like A-C or the drop Are we gonna stop? Shit man, never my squad go broke Your squad

you CTE nigger that's the end of price We've been stocking out nothing but the green guys Walk upon your functionalism suit and ties They hit the black

now They question whats gettin' Gucci high? Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie thats my style Girls fightin', Hoes fist fight, man Just to touch my tie Get my squad squad

Carmelo [Chorus] Yea uh uh, you know what it is Homie what it do? Welcome to the Knicks! Yeah, last season that was nothin' Got Melo on the squad, now

my name Nas too real, Nas true king It's however you feel, g'head, you swing Your arms too short to box with God I don't kill soloists only kill squads

take iron, makes my s*** constipated I'm more concentrated So on my day off With David Sonnenberg I play golf Run through Crown Heights screaming out Mazel Tov Problem with no man Before black

lookin' for me, I'll be rollin' You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets It's the black rag assassin, 44 Mag blastin' Black

Tims Bracelet, chain, fronts bob thin, new tattoos, new black shoes (hey, can you believe it?) Gucci, Ermays, do that too, wanna feel the breeze get a new black