sheets play the role, personality splittin' like mean streets no room for bling blingin thugs and wack crooks i'm tryna king the line bring ya drugs gear and black books
] She's dressed to kill Iced-out head to toe, a snake in black She's cleared, to, get ill She's about the dough, the black widow [Verse 1: Kool G Rap
and pass it And let all the ashes fall to the floor Once you have it all you still want more Take my innocence away Would they even notice either way? My visions blurred
light a couple wax candles then black out And relapse til I yack Jack Daniels and yap, burp bubbles Attitudes immaturing, double shot of bacardi party Vision is blurring
/ A book of matches, a cigarette, and a forgotten art / Describes the job, yet his drinks come free of charge / And with each gulp his blurred vision
And as the crowds gathered I read from the great book The lords' book I turned to the book of genesis As I proudly declared I can't dance I can't walk
You know the cards Blacks get dealt by the system He drew a picture of freedom with many dimensions This picture proved to be bigger than Black and White
pale hipster girls, pretty, but they booty flat Teenage males, couldn't tell, I was going through And had a wallet full of cream, Amex Green, Beamer almost black
charges, kept my head stern Focused on these bars when you was knocked in arrest burned from ??? Funerals became annual, we all studied from the same rule book
book He stared at her legs She stared at his look What a trip As the shop filled up with strangers Some had big black boots Some were lost teenagers