All Black (feat. Young Buck)

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King Low

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Yeah, yeah they know how im comin
Buckshotz in the motherfuckin' building 
King low what up homie
You know that real shit is me
That street shit is me
What it do

Police on the bankroll 
Crooked cops
Aiming for ya brain when we sprayin' at the opps
Whippin in the kitchen, baggin' crack until my fingers bled
Homies on the block slangin rock till his kids are fed
Gunnin' for the King then it's off with they heads
Long live the King don't give a f*ck what they said
You might catch me in the matte black phantom with the cannon
Me against the world, i'm the last man standing
In the trap with the black mask
Know I want it all
Pistol on my hip I got the crack up in my jaw 
Everybody down when i'm coming through the door 
If I see you got the strap i'm letting off the fo fo
I don't got shit to lose, so i'm rollin with the punches
Try and test my gangster ima' swing and get to slumpin
I see the way he pumpin steady roughing like he's something
Coming off the hip with the clip and then I dump it 

All black, swervin' up the back road
Black mask, trappin out the bando
Drive fast demons in the lambo
Dreaming we be leanin and we smokin up the endo

All black, swervin' up the back road
Black mask, trappin out the bando
Drive fast demons in the lambo
Dreaming we be leanin and we smokin up the endo

Carhartt jackets and black beanies
Extendos and ski masks, I know they didn't see me
I layed in these bushes bout an hour, chasin this powder
She getting duct taped soon she step up out the shower
Her husband is a coward, he's strapped but wont shoot
Just keeps saying don't kill me take whatever you want to 
I'm remorseful, so cuz put the kids in the room first
We gonna see their brains on the first when it move first 
I'm loyal, so if niggas get caught don't make you worse
That means that mama take a ride in that blue hearse 
We still smoke blunts on the porch and catch gram bikes
Double r's parked, shootin three of the two dice
Unmarked cars we lookin out for the blue lights
You'll make it through the night it depend if you move right
Green brown or white, its whatever that you like
All black dickies this rap n**** shit too tight

All black, swervin' up the back road
Black mask, trappin out the bando
Drive fast demons in the Lambo'
Dreaming we be leanin and we smokin up the endo

All black, swervin' up the back road
Black mask, trappin out the bando
Drive fast demons in the Lambo'
Dreaming we be leanin and we smokin up the endo

Paranoid, spin the block before I park it
Closing up the top I roll the windows for I spark it
Trust issues got me all up in my head 
Having nightmares getting caught without the strap and then I'm dead
It's a dirty game, snakes will turn they back
Slither in the grass in the trap they setting traps
I'm blowin endo, just to ease my mind 
Money people change, then they tend to drop a dime
Keep my circle tight, ain't no squares in the loops
Homey on the mic going buck up in the booth
Man it's f*ck the fame, yeah I do this for culture
These other rappers goofy's, all them pigeons turned to vultures

All black, swervin' up the back road
Black mask, trappin out the bando
Drive fast demons in the Lambo'
All Black, trappin out the bando

All black, swervin' up the back road
Black mask, trappin out the bando
Drive fast demons in the Lambo'
Dreaming we be leanin and we smokin up the endo

All black, swervin' up the back road
Black mask, trappin out the bando
Drive fast demons in the Lambo'
Dreaming we be leanin and we smokin up the endo

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