I won't be beggin', no more beggin' please The black spot, the black spot I never thought I'd be the one givin' it to you The black spot, the black spot
knees But I won't be beggin' No more beggin' please The black spot the black spot Never thought I'd be the one givin' it to you The black spot the black spot
my knees But I won't be beggin' No more beggin' please The black spot the black spot Never thought I'd be the one givin' it to you The black spot the black spot
glock is for? Black fatigues, skullies and binoculars, C4, block your doors, nigga's can't stop this war I show you fagots what this Swartz is for Hidding spots
the crew knew what I said Would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead Let's peel their caps back The cars at the corner like a long black
friends down for murder Roll deep, walk in restaurant, pull you out your seat Take you out back, crack back, till task complete Beat to death, assassins
the whole world in your hand While I get a hand job from Andromeda S&M rocks the spot without a doubt S&M rocks the spot get taken out [Mad Child
for? Black fatigues, skullies and binoculars, C4 block your doors Niggas can't stop this war I show you faggots what the Swatch is for Hidding spots
seen with the guillotine shotty With Junior M.A.F.I.A. rockin' ya whole fuckin' spot Cockin' the Glock, fifty, bust, hit the dust to spit shit murderous
s that pimpin' ass gringo Bitch is you single? I spit heat, hit the street, stack by the window Bay area lingo is what a playa blessed with Ten shots with his own spots
I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains Inside the best frames, ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots And drug spots, well, if you're too
me the word, niggas would have been pop Fuck a interview nigga I get into you nigga Enough hearin' 'bout what you finna do nigga [Prodigy - Verse 5] Murder
Raider, Sticky Fingaz When I die, I don't want none of my niggaz to cry Just dress me in a black suit, and a black tie Pass me by to the darkest cloud
throw your set Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project [Fredro] You wanna bang nigga bang, fucking bang your set Wanna play gun rap, I'll arrange ya death
sons heart simultaneously grew colder he started hanging out selling bags in the projects checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects he was fascinated by
into the mind of young black males Let's take a peak... [ Young Lay ] Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Bomb on heads like what kid I keep em on slow mo son I'm the champion at one on one I make it death fun when I killed ya I take a power driller and drill
Death To Acheve A Kingdom Of Bones And Frozen Eyes Ravished Souls Still Tortured In Ice The Vision Is Black With Spots Of Red The Goal Is Death And
