Rule And Black Child) (Ja) Thing's Gon' Change (Black) I ain't gonna lie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die (Ja) Thing's Gon' Change (Black) You
back or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black that I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death My goal's to stay alive Survival of
There was me and my monkey And with his dungarees and roller blades smoking filter tips Reclining in the passenger seat of my super-charged jet black
the game He felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brain Nothin's changed in a city flask Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats
legs on my neck I get p**sy, mouth and ass, call it triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death Top
, you don't have a care Now r-roger that, r-roger that R-roger that, r-roger that R-roger that, r-roger that R-roger Young black Rico's kill for the
cavalier V.I.P. roseas you can have a beer Cuz honey when you gettin money you dont have a care. Now Roger Dat [6x] [Tyga] AAhh Young black ricos
match, I'm in a death trap I'm tryin' to find out where the eggs in the nest at I'm one blood when the sky turns jet black No love in the world can correct
his folded arms And the boy that smiled and the girl he went with And in my eyes too, a waving craziness Splitting them into the jet stream of a black
am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet, black ninja
116th, started seein' real dinero then Empire buildin', the shit was takin' flight Had my bitches cuttin' up like 10 Ki's a night Mixin' lactose, Bonita, and Quenii I was the first Black
life Suckers is scared, because they know I live trife As I troop down the streets of a ghetto Skins are jockin', and always screamin', ?Hello? But I keep drivin' in my jet black
on a murder yet 'Cos I relax and back, do a job and jet Yo, I know you understand my flow So here we go with Death Row Come let a motherfucker know
let me tell you what I'm worth More than a Stealth bomber, I cause drama The enforcer, music flows like a flying saucer Or a 747 jet, never forget I'
thoughts My skinny frail body couldn't fuck with the sports Six feet two still whack on the court So I stalked New York with a black pitchfork My style
side 9-milla glock and a chrome .45 and I know That all of my murderers Heard of this gangsta crackin necks Runnin all night with a jet black 9
where the D's at It's slow, lookin' for Rambo, the cop who got grazed Back in the days, chasin' niggaz through my project maze That cop he got a death
