it baby thats lethal injection I'm about that money Pussy is what a fool chase Hoes will have you tied up Bitch I aint no shoe lace Smurkin in my black
I make it hot (I do it) I'll be on top, as soon as the beat drop, I'll make the whole club rock (I do it) [The Game] Lace my Air Ones up, put my gun
G. and let it bump in the Porsche Tell 'em to roll red carpet when he come in New York Hip-hop police on me think they runnin New York Till I lace my
league for combat my mother the war well acquainted with sorrow with grief my mother the war folded lace carrion and blood soaked robes folded lace
Damn I Love That Sh*T Lets Stop Faking Be Real Now I Got A Room And A Hard On , Still Down? U Been Staring A Bar Full Of Black Dudes Say You Wanna See
empty souls That used to tempt me to roll, commit to violence In the midst of an act of war, witnesses left silent Shatter, black talon style, thoughts
realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke Twenty-one gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black
shit up.) Verse Six: Apache Throw up your middle finger! Start the track for the maniac Only thing I'm givin out is black donuts and dirty backs Let
me? - No problem, it's all good I ain't fresh out the hood, I'm still in the hood Black rims, black henny, nigga see me when ya see me I appear and disappear
m 19, my job is to supply the fiends Cook the rock, morphine, or a bag of green Posted at my mom's house when in the came the door Black suits and search
with this I'm a straight better, game checker, "put-her-in-her-place" So poof, yea she disappear, gone without a trace Summer rockin? the black Prada kicks without the lace
't wanna talk at all babe I just wanna get my kicks so c'mon baby let your hair down you can chuck your pearls out the door just a little black lace and
most Chorus All my niggas (What what) We coming through (What what) Repping for my niggas and my bitches too (What what) Back and bust your gun too Nowhere to run to Black
, to the stadium niggas Now c'mon! {Verse 1} Bouncing, everytime I be hittin y'all niggas with shit That be makin y'all niggas really wanna black up
bang!) Shot down! [B-Real:] This is for those haters and imitators Take your medicine you won't like the flavor! The taste ain't sweet! - We lace that
The ruler says you run Run hard unto the scaffold high Your chance to jump the gun Oh how high the scaffold grows The plant life of your widow In black lace