[INTRO:] Ill nana Yeah, whoa whoa Black king, whoa B.k, whoa whoa 1, 2, 3, 4 I'm good, buckle up Cause you know we about to go Take a trip to a place
BACK I WILL ATTACK 12 OCLOCK EXACT WEARIN BLACK TIMBERLINS AN UH A FIELD JACKET I BE WIT THE NIGGAS AN WE BE CAUSIN RACK I CANT FORGET ROD AN THE B LOVER
pull it, when I cock back This here rap will slap you and your team and that bad bitch Sleaves from my uncut, raw like cope Preme dig up boys, roll up
with a full clip you gon make them boys dump you gon make them boys slump you gon make them boys dump leave you and your man slump you gon make them boys
six shot And I'm get turned black and work like a seventeen shot Glock B.G. a raising star, pass me the guard I'm 'bout that war, and these Hot Boys going
't recognize, you gon' see I'm a straight-up trill OG In a black-on-black-on-black Cadillac, like a Mack on clacks Try to jack and I will attack It's
, I start bashin her For every freedom fighter start crashin her And then heather b will get nastier And pull out my two shot derringer Cause yes, heather b
at the front door comiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin And And (here he come now) And Nah, nah, nah Yo, mister will.i.am (mister will.i.am) Win or win (mister will
hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all that jazz [Roxie Hart] Say it again. [Fred Casely] You're a star, kid. My little shooting star! [Velma Kelly
fifty will be my start RICHARD T No more carrying spears MARY I'll be discovered my life won't ever be the same Billy Wilder will know my name and
you tell Everybody you know To get on line Take a ride To the Black Star show Black Star Shinin' Shinin', we in the house Shinin' Shinin', we in the house y'all Black Star
singles, all my singles, showing out, she showing out, Shawty showing out, showing out, she showing out showing out showing out Shawty showing out [Trina:] He ain't never see a 5 star
the stars Fuck bitches at our leisure Stuff dick inside they throat til they have seizures Hoes down, B's up Roll the trees up, Smokey Robinson Start
't stop y'all and it just don't stop (x2) Black Thought: I leave the microphone intrigued with my practice This rebel stick your system like a cactus a boys
the back door, guess who they saw? Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope Airbrush W-B's, STOP! (Shake
it I hear them cries from the babies I wish they had a chance don't wanna blow it But unemployed for all the little girls and boys You got'sa, love your
six shot and I'm get turned black and work like a seventeen shot glock B.G. a raising star, pass me the guard I'm bout that war, and these Hot Boys