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Game The Black Wall Street

Four grown ass kids and ain't none of them shit She still my bitch so I stayed around But she always tryna dash when other dame's around She tryna play The Game

wanna be a comedian nigga This shit is R-E-A-L nigga! Real nigga Black wall street Wait wait Like I told you last time It's THE black wall street you

wanna be a comedian nigga This shit is R-E-A-L nigga! Real nigga Black wall street Wait wait Like I told you last time It's THE black wall street you

wanna be a comedian nigga This shit is R-E-A-L nigga! Real nigga Black wall street Wait wait Like I told you last time It's THE black wall street you

get broke I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you think 33 in the glock is for? Black fatigues

it (Rock in it) Like the little ball inside the spray can Providing three coats For both child, woman and man God bless the God, lay these streets wall to wall

Respect the game, and universal laws [MC Lyte] What, I oughta pimp slap your ass and make you fall against the wall (Common: try it) Why you in the game

under the palm trees Ain't no more questions then hand me my ID You could tell he was pissed, 'cuz the black man in the black range Doin' black things wit his black

'em Michigan plates and my name's on 'em Baby, Shady's here come on get him, if you dames want 'em But he ain't stupid so quit tryin' to run them games