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
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
days I'm missin', those days were alright, Knock down ginger, Knock knock then shift, Two minute later we got locked in the lift, Laughin when we got out, Got
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
it. We keepin' it epic and never neglect it we get it in on a record. I'm talkin' about keepin' it classic, they talkin' about keepin' it plastic. They
, 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
in a double to Switch the mix and fix up the pitch He looked at is horn and his hands started itchin His lips got locked his horn got hot There it is
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'
with the pistol Like Malcolm, ain't that a bitch? An' I'm paranoid, paranoid but still I got to get it Got to have it, make it happen, boy Now I lay
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
it, yeah If they lock me up, you know who did it, get ?em If they smear my name, you know who did it If they kill my game, you know who did it Remember
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
[Talking] Yeah... It's that real this time around Immortal Technique... Revolutionary Vol. 2 It's on now mother fucker.. Lock and load! [Verse 1] This
at the world I take it out on tracks, I R.I.P. it So even to the producer it's hard to I.D. it Bars tremendous, it's in your best interest I insist your
is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I lick it Or how I shot a nigga in the mug With the slug leavin' white chalk all on a pitch black rug You
It's 3 in the morning I'm awaken by the sound of the doorbell Thoughts going through my mind Pitch black, my eyes are blind So I'm getting up to see whats
getting sick Thinkin bout my so called enemies, til I explode Grab the motherfucking 45, it's lock and load And all these other pussy motherfuckers, they in danger It
