Chris Black (Skit) (One of us) Yeah, Rule (One uf us) Yeah, nigga If God were one of us (One of us) What about that? What if he was?
walk away I don't care what the future holds 'Cause I'm right here and I'm today With your fingers you can touch me I am your black swan, black swan
Aye, aye Chris Aye, man You know, it's been a long time since we hooked up man And did something real, you know Something for 'em, for 'em ladies, you
def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Fuck to the rock, Sean John jury I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids Write about the black experience
Christ and thank Him Therefore He lifteths me up So I don't see no haters Well, let me get this shit in order, I got somethin' for you You ever seen a black
feelin like Miami Heat [Verse 2 - Young Jeezy] They like young where u been niggaz acting like I got goosed Til I came back in that black on black phantom
her hiding in (?) Gave her two pills, don't blame me I'm wrong Why the f-ck they let me on this song? I don't even care who own this song Chris could'
wont mix my records now I need to talk to jimmy I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with my semi Who's calling me its Chris he's on the other line
thought you could hold Sparks in the hood Give me hon' And you like it All those haters talkin' shit we don't like it We love it That black mask, black
like a eighteen, do what I wanna do Goin' on my eighth ring, got Phil Jackson's and Flow is black magic, I'm at it again Rose Bowl with black karats
You niggaz can't keep up Niggaz got beef but it can't be much I'm still walkin' through the crowds like I can't be touched Top back all black gretsky
skinned sis In my best white mink, say what's up to Chris Uh, how's that for a mix? Got a black president, got green presidents 'Blueprint's' in my white iPod Black
bottle, Magazine star datin' nothing but the models, Money piling up you would think I won the Lotto, Cash rule everything around me that's my motto, All black
yours If I wanted to I could on the floors Through the doors like a western flick, the club is crunked Henney and Chris you know that boy's tore up About 8 or 9 black
I never had it at all all all all, all all all all [Chris Brown - Verse 1] Yeah, me and Sean up in VIP All threse girls surround us Got a bad bitch, black
nine the right time 'K imma floss life, feds almost bagged the guard twice Bizare nights move on the grace of a lost light All them horney whites feeling like Christ
Show y'all soldier ass niggaz, I'm Murder City's Sergeant Slaughter Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber I betcha I'll drill your heifer like Black