Kelly ya and get pee?d on I said it aint me maam that 8 behind me still got the burner yes the enzo is stilll black like Sojourner truth, I mighta just
tonight And there's not a lot a lot of light What are you and What is he? Opposed to war And I said said said aloud Monkey ray And in my way The wing collide
with I'm equipped with 16 hollow tips to fill up in this clip I got a whole lot of niggaz that'll ride, you don't want to collide Knock, knock, who is
for the general MP's holdin' my heat, nigga run wild I dial, executioners, go the extra mile Nigga cock that, lose a screw when it pop black Never provoke
of night Every star is crossed By frenetic thoughts That separate and then collide And they twist like sheets Till you fall asleep And they finally unwind It's a black
hands on me I'll lay his **** out and park a grand dam on him The city where the weak survive and the strong die Where beef collides **** happen and hit
movin' some Body parts that got brothers actin' dumb And they be actin' dumb from the cut that playin' People break they neck from this demonstration We about mass appeal, no segregation Got Black
grey Yukon Don't mistake this style for hot and it ain't lukewarm We gets busy, whether dressed in Croc'dile or Lizzie You can catch a hot ball from a all black
are never cloned, sucessions are over the phone Like my vocal catacomb, that knows to abandon homes Since those, from nine to five to collide with my
track I attack with anger Lure you into my tent and scream "Rebenga!" Now watch the blood spit as you die Sparks fly, when real killers collide I'
out the numero that don't divide That's 5, talk hustle that's the way we survive My alter-ego, Five-Hundred Fifty-Five people collide Beneath a ?counter-locks? last like a thousand shots Black
reapin' up and no keepin' up with the Jonses Long live P.E. and band Guns 'n' Roses New kids on the block, stick to pop No more makin' black songs,
know how The Lox get Then you can see me flyin' in the Bentley cockpit Lox and B-I, hold our grica down for years Gang not, but we been had our black
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as
Intro: In a world of missori where in this three planets collide, Brotha Lynch, Dilame, Tech N9ne bring you along for the ride... [Brotha Lynch] Wait
, 'cause we all are energetic and eager. Come alive when you walking side by side with me. Fly the skies and get high with me. On this ride you won't collide
By the killas from the Midwest You can scream all you want but there's no help As I see your destiny into the hands of me Black talons rippin through
When it hatched, it was chicks of another shade The stone age, the origin of aids in the bone age There was a pig, skin was black He cleaned up the swine