Letras:
C P O To Hell And Black

while I ride and my gang throws Bouncin around like a ball that you can catch with a mitt While the other motherfuckers catch a fit I snap necks and break arms and

the uneducated, who stood in the crowd and waited for doers of oppression to fall This is the movement, the foe and the C.P.O. had chosen to call the

turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And

styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this n*gga a pine box And I ain't just talkin' about a

them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this n*gga a pine box And I ain't just talkin' about

And that's perfect cause perfect is to me What's perfect as Hallie or a jab from Ali So capitalise the P cause perfect is Godly Black Wall Street, the

ask the question why. I never liked working at Mickey D?s, All my life I got B?s and C?s. Down with the crew called BDP Shifty, and E.P.I.C. Now when

a dream, Wyclef and Ivy Queen Drinkin with your Hennessey, you spit on Louis the XIII I ain't tipsy but C-O-P stopped me Cause I'm with Omar, a Puerto

as the penthouse, yeah that's upscale Mademoiselle got a hell of a Black tail I'm feeling her vibe, her Body and Soul I heard you stay in a metropolitan home Well lets kill all the parlay'in and