Lyrics:
Bad boy baby
Yeah, yeah
Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah
Yeah, B.I.G. 2000
B.I.G. 2000 Born Again, c'mon, yeah
The weak or the strong, who got it goin'
If I could see it in third person
I'd break my back for that weekend, prophesies nothing
There's no hell worse than
Looking at wolves
remember scamming BMG for that CNC music factory CD
Thinking one day it would come back on me
If you growing up in the 80s, baby
Then you know what's up
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow
Black and yellow
Black and yellow
Black and yellow
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Black
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
they shade from far away
I brought it in, walkin' with your broad down Broadway
Skip the foreplay and brought her back to where the Don lay
It's
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow
Black and yellow
Black and yellow
Black and yellow
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Black
guess who did it, where the warrants at?
Black bottles through the night until the morning back
Fifty million up, I think I need me more than that
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
Bad boy baby
Yeah, yeah
Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah
Yeah, B.I.G. 2000
B.I.G. 2000 Born Again, c'mon, yeah
The weak or the strong, who got it goin'
the veg
Black men made a hundred k selling cds on the blade
Now a black men back on the top
Black men gave it all I got
Threw the struggle I survived
Young
02 (Wooah)
Ask ya broad what it do? (Snatch)
I'm going hard for the crew (I do)
My n**** don't lie on me
And I won't tell the truth boutchu
Black
this crowd on it's feet
So we can set it off, I've got your back, Salt
You know I'm never soft, yo where's your records at?
Right beside me, ready
off
These is words from the Arch Bishop
Some call it six up
The Betty Crocker, Marvel cake stakes admissor
Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada
Some man say it's a psycho ting
But them man are fake on a lypo ting
Us man are big dargs, them a Michael 'ting
Roll by on a cycle ting
Man better take
snitchin', don't get caught slippin'
If you blood'n or crip'n, other niggas set-trippin'
watch yo' back, it don't take a brainiac
We got a lot of homicidal
We were cursed, yes
Our burnt flesh, it attracts doom
Our skinned inked with this black hue
By con artists, we've been tattoo'd
It's no - henna, this
to make it last
Like a joke from the 2000's y'all know that I'm aging bad
I channel shit from before I was born time to change it back
Another dollar
crowd on its feet
So we can set it off
I've got your back Salt you know I'm never soft
Yo where's your records at?
Right beside me
mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound"
Black the ripper, by barracks, cold like anemic
Believe it, it takes years for y'all to achieve it
Cause I'm
1234567
Rap like hell make it sould like heaven
7654321 zero
Black supermen is back as your hero
Here ye , here yo
America the beautiful
Beautiful,
than these bitches
And I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ridiculous
Middle finger to the feds, (?) all day
Take her out to eat then I make a bitch
that weird swag
But I'm back now
I'll take it,
Take it to another
Level
Level
Level
I'm hoping maybe one day
Grab the motherfuckin' shovel
I'll bury
Brodie told a bitch bout what he did, look where he turned out
If you ever switched up on me please don't be concerned now
You cant make it back on my
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