Black is black I want my baby back It's gray, it's gray Since she went away, Ooh-Ooh What can I do 'Cause I-I-I-I-I'm feelin' blue If I had my way She
MC Serch] Black cat is bad luck, bad guys wear black Musta been a white guy who started all that (Make the Gas Face!) For those little white lies My
fat fat Them Little Debbie's dun got your ass fat fat These cup cakes dun got your ass fat fat Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat [Tony Yayo
nine mil Dressed in all black, lookin' for souls to steal [Chorus] - 2X Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine Little bit of dro, little bit of heroine A little
biting There was nothing more exciting then to serve and perform On Crenshaw and Exposition God was born He said please pass the mic to whomever is tight
they say that jackass gave for donkey knog My balls slap on my thighs when I walk like ping pong Got little like king kong Far from mighty Conga Guns with banana clip like black
hell if he could And I don't see an endin Unless the corrupt cops on the streets are apprehended Until then I'ma feel my life is in danger So Tony Rhome is
verse] Ha yo, I'm doing this for the cruuz claimin' that there better I'm tickled, ya must be like Sanford on the ripple little by little, I kick verses
I know how to hold that shit Empty the can with one hand and reload that shit [Scarface] Give 'em the full clip These niggas is bullshit Been talkin
fuck, but some high is sweatin' me, Already I'm legendary, I just won't fade, You'll be buried in the cemetary fuckin' with Xuede, Is it your fantasy?
go home So I asked the deejay from the club, "Hm-m, can I gets the microphone?" He looked up at me all surprised, said, "You ain't even black" So I palmed
Jamar's an inventor Production of black facts, put on to a black wax I got a lot to say, set in stacks To the Right is where I keep my fuel The Qu'ran
[Intro: Crave] (This is the collaboration) This is the way we walk in New York This is the way we walk in New York [Buddha Monk:] We moving darts, (
mind of a analist is mine so handle it The way I right rhymes, considered a gift I used to wish that I could be fly like Black Trent Rockin' Fi-las,
heavy you know I speed Minus the busing, Keano Reeves Twistin them Fern-gully trees, Bitch breathe Your man smokin good, I'm smoking great T-H-C, Tony
is fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous I mean the shit is fucking ridiculous [Pusha T:] 5 star dishes, different exotic fishes Man this shit is, fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous [Pusha T:] Success is
Glock and watch me piggety pop You gets mobbed - if you wanna scrab And if you didn't know Inglewood is on the m-eez-ap Red and black Pumas on my feet