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James Black Hole

that are closing in on me Throw me a ladder, lend me an arm Beam me up Scotty, lift me from harm Oh why, why deep holes Oh I love my holes Black hole

that are closing in on me Throw me a ladder, lend me an arm Beam me up Scotty, lift me from harm Oh why, why deep holes Oh I love my holes Black hole

Everything revolves around me, I couldn't see that 25 to Life and hip-hop, you got the feedback Who need that, hundred gram stashed up in the cheese stack We fo' black

in the cup 'cause I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up (X-caliba *echo*) [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] You can call me black Sadam Huseain

sake of just sayin I'm back I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black out and relapse 'til

your shield down Faggot, you fuck around punk We battle for cream nigga You want a pound crab? Nah let his hand swing I ought to punch a hole in his

of Kane and you could not escape The hip hop version of ?The Ring? and you just watched the tape And keep your eyes on the niggas in Ward Triple black

from bitches and sendin they spirits to heaven. I'm on an all black horse and in an all black cap, My pistols layin bad luck just like an all black cat

that stuff that be When it get cold, that ice that you can't see? Shit happens sometimes Yep, black ice Now you know and I know, I done bumped every hole