never gonna come back She's never gonna come back (I never find another honor like a track) Another casualty of war in the black on black crime saga
from the heart, sincerly yours, truly B9, behind, your blinds Behind your door, you want war? Don't think so, you know my M-O Beretta 9, black Rambo
in them legs Have you ever seen a light-skinned freak? Butter pecan or vanilla, nipples and her pussy pink (Hazel-eyed jet black baby hair that'll hurt yo' heart
nothin' I would talk shit if you tried to tell me somethin' But I regret that, I had some minor setbacks Old people thought my future would be jet black
on the outcome of a trial Wait pow, these people ain't playin' now Got to bring 85 percent of the time now Fuck that, rather roll with the ruff pack In the jet black
when I start cussin' Police steady askin' me who did the bustin'? Why oh, why can't I get help? 'Cause I'm black, I gots to go for self Too many black
Running around like your front page news Lonely eyes and your motorcycle boots Tattooed heart and your jet black hair Running 'round like you don't care
Blasphemous sinner Warhead jet black Attack at will Blasphemous attack Unholy destruction Dying of fear AntiChrist ordered Overkill is near Legions of
'm after ya Got the heart to blast at cha, matter of fact To capture those who don't belong be on the strong Gots to pack up and jet, booty rappers don
pants Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect I- strap a jet black
And I don't wanna talk about it Gangsta shit right in front you nigga walk around it Nigga let me do me They know I kick it like Jet Lee Bruce lee And
man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect I- strap a jet black gat 'til
wanna be,wanna be loved X2 i want domination i want your submission i see your not resisten to this temptation i got one confession a love deplavation i got a jet black heart
niggaz scared to death of me Yeah your man asked, I'm like a Columbian refugee Murder any nigga in sight, any day or night You see me in a jet black
up love, I can't take it. Death is nature's way of telling you to stop Love, is a heart attack Sex is just the icing on the top Underneath, everything is jet black
them hats talk shit but they don't know the deal Dope sella BHZ's where I dwell-ah They looked into the barrel of my jet black Barretta Ratta, tatta
AND CLEAN BACK ON THE SCENE CRISPY AND SLAUGHTERHOUSE! [Royce da 5'9] Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the black