Lyrics:
Check check check
Play for by the king love is all I bring
Request to the teacher Nicodemus
Keep them rocking and skanking till a morning
Coke seller
thought, you die
Your last breath is a gift
I'll put my hand on top of
Your mouth as your heart stop
Look you dead in your eyes
That's how I get off
The last
that truth ta Sam
Sold your soul to the tyrants
War goes hand an hand
Flicks get written by da olders
Paint picture for all to stand
Stories covered up
give you some brain, you let her throw up the Roc
Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some cot
Picture that, like Meagan Good and Jamie Foxx
Hype
with my fellas
Made change, but brothers don't change
Never
She still waiting for me, she
Can't wait
I fall for you they keep off
Your space
Family keeps
their families,
Young women with little children by their sides
Come night we'd wait out in the canyons
And try to keep 'em from crossin' the line
a little Thundercat
Uncle Sam told me
Keep on fighting for the motherland
Got my hummer wrapped
Summer black
Leather colour tan
cll the wood I got up in
relay (Uh)
Run up pop at ya toupee (Uh)
In her mouth like some toothpaste (Uh)
She fuck with me she say I'm groovy (Uh)
Don't trust no bih I keep
They tell me that I should trust more should I hand them the map to the key
Been hiding behind my smile remember you told me we were playing hide
your mind- take it- more
Your skull a plastic coffin- empty
Within her hands were gifts for the damned- you took them all
Crippled self belief earns you
keep my mind in that space i learnt this
I trained my mind to be the BLACK SLAVe
I made my mind to keep my heart safe
Every single time i have i do my
to make her a believer
We pull up all black John Cena can't see ya
Pack coming in by the boat
You can get popped you don't want no smoke
I love her on her
King Steelo opening hook:
Her names Black Magic... Yea she Black Magic... Get involved wit her... Your life turns tragic... She knows Black Magic...
immigrant
Put up your hands you know what I'm sayin'?
I'ma start this shit off like this, this time around
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
Live
of your street
Walk in the dance, chicks wanna glance
Hand on my hip, shank for the dip
If I shout "oi", them man there best skip
Better tie up your
Master p: tru niggaz stand...
Silkk (master p echoing): raise your right hand. repeat after me. I
Pledge
Allegiance, to the game of the united
peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand
and tryin' to tell you everything that you can't see and you don't know
When it comes to me, your girl's a good moonwalker, glitter on her nails, open toe hand
and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your
her sister
Her hands on her chin, thought she was a mister
Went out disco dancing, gave my feet a big blister
Smacked in the face until I finally I
that the gun jam, in the hands, of the slave master (we won't die, head to the sky, Fist up with pride)
Nah we won't die
God by our side
Black God body
I'm keeping it on me
You waiting go hate by your lonely
Don't trip off my baby that's all me
Want smoke you can get it that's all free
I love when she
ripped off, drawers down to my knees
Wait momma, wait momma, wait, wait, please!
Put back your gun, put down your brew
My mom fucked up the room
sayin' keep out, yeah
All to start, we don't need to use a key now
She in my inbox, I have to catch her on the rebound, yeah
Three groupies with me, call
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