Letras:
Pitch Black Got It Locked

it nothing to it, nigga don't act stupid When it comes to the street shit, I am the truist [Chorus] Pitch black got it locked for sure, Tuck your chains

only collateral you got I'll get back Now get flat Say a prayer cause shorty want this shit back Sit back, this chit-chat is pitch black But you can still

Fame [Chorus x 3] Yea (It ain't right) Playin' people like a game (It aint right) Human beings, puttin' em in a jar (It aint right) for double life, triple life (It

all entwined through the air, I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers, (I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it) The hairs were like

turn To pitch a vocal fit like the ultimate Gangster rhyme yo, I invented the shit Watch me do it, as I do it, and I do it right Grab the gauge, Duct

, ahh it's gonna getcha The night is gonna getcha, hey it's gonna getcha Give me the night The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha It's gonna

pack up I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug Lay up in a pitch black tug You lookin' at rich black thugs to get that love An' won'

want me you can holla at me cause we are the best in this r&b whoa! (4 play] its pitch black we in the house alone me and you getting it on (we getting

Watson! ELEMENTARY! [Verse 3: ODB] I ain't no pitch on ya. Fuck off, necklace wearin' bitch. You don't want this money till it's rich. Buy my album! Call it