Mack won't stop until Mack's on top Young black america my CD drop in two thousand and two, to change hip-hop Most folks shake ya bones I'm talkin cyclones
How could I tease them with Benz's and feel no remorse? Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin' Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black
who had a little gun He pulled it out and smiled and then he sucked his thumb His wife was standing by with a leather leash Fastened to a child who cried
fingers to the bone Cause we was alone, and me I bought a death home My real pops he broke out with the style So I respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child
Dunn of mine stay connect, 4th Disciple trife Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid you get blown like steam Park Hill Projects, the black Idi Amin Ninety-six
sumin go sumwhere and fuck somethin, (Fuck somethin) Like that frontin nigga bitch, make her suck something, (Suck somethin) Wild out, D-Block shirt inside out, Hoodie on with the all black
mans on fire My Book of Eli, to all my subscribers play the two doors, street car named desire came in Grindin', Ye' came throught the wire but at the crossroads, Bone
think it's foul I ain't tryin to hear that, so have a Coke and a smile Cause after awhile, I'ma wanna get BUCKwild And now months laters, I'ma say it ain't my child
comes back to us In the form of a handful of dust Comes back in the form of smitten child Our raped daughters, our The broken bones, souls cleaved from
You hit me up on your cell phone You go girl with your thong, th-thong, thong, thong Sexy black come over here And let me put a few love buzzez in your
float into the ether, another from another We grow form some kind of code A flesh at bone, we form some kind of code A flesh at bone, no, you're not
the blues like B.B. King I got the roughneck scales To give awhile Like a voodoo child Nuthin but style Take it But you can see the black glock clickin
the blues Like b.b. king I got the roughneck scales To give awhile Like a voodoo child Nuthin but style Take it But you can see the black glock clickin
on acid let the phantom posses you I practice patterns of aquatic caverns deep sea pressure crush submarines to dust parascope up The widow maker windows painted black
can tell I'm off when (I'm looking in your eyes) (Mad Child & Rattlesnake Jones) (Chorus x2) (Prevail) The dagger gala you're all invited, mouth of a black
here at the street fight Let the beat ride black market midnight Attack a stack of vamps like a pit fight So many bones get broken in the rib shack That
, it over flow like paper bag tsunamis I take shit, lumberjacks and Tommy's Niggaz passing out bombs like Culpepper, so I pass behind 'em My black glove, black
[Intro : Killah Priest] Yeah, Black August, Priesthood Wanna know how I got here? How it all came to be? My beginning?, yo [Killah Priest] A dark December
