Black Gangstas (feat. Tragedy Khadafi)

**** scared to pull a hit for shit

My team will know a bitch sniff a pyramid

Off a dollar bill, she will

97 to the hill, get ill

Do your thing, I ain't mad at you, son

It's how you feel

Yo, blood scene bloody, my vision can't see

Straight off top, me, Ral and Mussolini

Was tied up, connect thinkin' that we wired up

Once these ropes get cut, I'm gettin' highed up

Slow it down, you movin' too fast

Kid, it's the halves, you ain't know

It's illegal life shit, big bloody cash

So what you do, in due time, come back in view

That's why **** can't relate to LA, they stick you

Let's laundrymat this, revolution this Iblis

Keep the word in fits, my clique avoid death list

Black gangsta, two five, I co-perfect this

C-N-N, iced out piece, Italian necklace

Stef Bauer, you and L, y'all work the hour

We all dirty, like the clique don't take shower

There's more to get, hit the fuck up, takin' power

A hunnid channels, turn station, operation one forty

Earthquake would bring glory

Noreaga, but for short, just call me Nore

Category, point-blank, end of the story

**** scared to pull a hit for shit

My team will know a bitch sniff a pyramid

Off a dollar bill, she will

97 to the hill, get ill

Do your thing, I ain't mad at you, son

It's how you feel

I never sweat Ds, I let trees blow

Get bent on benches, hoppin' the fences

Here they come, in long trenches, crack

Chase 'em, lace 'em, let the chef bake 'em

Jake, taste 'em, take 'em, wonder where we make 'em

Roll dice, and break 'em on the street corner

Bettin' stacks, holdin' packs

Hopin' police don't run deep on us

Peep the third floor shade that never rises

For Jake, I hold weight, plus gats in greater sizes

Bullet proof, down to my Nikes, now we the livest

Survivest, open off of lah contact, combat

Twisting your cap, and listen to rap

Position the MAC, to blow out your back

Hoes across the map, foes eat a dick, in fact

I'ma score, flip more raw than Dominique Dawes

**** scared to pull a hit for shit

My team will know a bitch sniff a pyramid

Off a dollar bill, she will

97 to the hill, get ill

Do your thing, I ain't mad at you, son

It's how you feel

**** scared to pull a hit for shit

My team will know a bitch sniff a pyramid

Off a dollar bill, she will

97 to the hill, get ill

Do your thing, I ain't mad at you, son

It's how you feel

**** scared to pull a hit for shit

My team will know a bitch sniff a pyramid

Off a dollar bill, she will

97 to the hill, get ill

Do your thing, I ain't mad at you, son

It's how you feel

**** scared to pull a hit for shit

My team will know a bitch sniff a pyramid

Off a dollar bill, she will

97 to the hill, get ill

Do your thing, I ain't mad at you, son

It's how you feel

Yo, black gangstas

Where they at, where they at

Queensbridge and Iraq