they hate my black take Yeah, it's on, and it's packed in the rap race But if ya got a black face, its a rat race I struggle to be rugged and raw, Dukes
and cardinal sin They shot me in the face Mars wins. Mars wins. Mars wins. Mars wins. Mars wins (Jet-black smoke on the horizon) Black smoke in the
and the nerve Fast driver, foot made of lead Fast driver, wearing down the tread Car race, on your mark get set go Keeping the pace fast not slow Car race
don't let me get that first draw, and I'ma toast ya I'ma shoot'cha in the jaw first, then get some more You know I bust heads, gotta jack it like a brand new car
BOUT BIG BODY YARDS, Pushin' Lexus GS's, Impala SS's, Navigators, 4runner's, Expeditions and hummers, Got the bounce in my car, Trunk nothin' but raw,
en bats la race sauf des potes, la famille et l'cash Y faut d'la maille, plein d'sky, y faut qu'j'graille, non ? Ecoute, goute mon flow fils, car j'ai
of concentratin on strippin the youth naked I give em the truth naked, livin proof for the sacred Unless I'm mistaken there's like three kind of people Black
two weeks (Yeahhh) My life is like a car race No brakes, just gas Goin real fast Probably land in a crash (Ohhh) Like my cousin, perhaps, for a dozen and black
my face They tried to translate the innate asiatic shape before the final earthquakes came but it was too late Only one eighth of the human race escaped
a hundred hoes, & I only run with those that thunderblow, hidden in they underclothes nigga And niggas know I roll with Murda Mase We're known to hurt and waste, alert your race
make it through This chilly autumn day And they sky all black and blue But he last thing that we saw Ws our hero drive right off the hill His car went
[Chubb Rock:] Back in the days we wished to be a star Rap in the street, bang the beat on a car Swany D banged the hood so hard it would dent While Dave
the dirty gas rock, back to the asphault Americana passtime (celebrity to jackoff) I get my swerve on like a narcoleptic race car driver on the autobahn
The white Frank Black, I'll ghostwrite for you And charge you nine bank bags for a white blank pad No receipt, I'm a hustler homie Went to a car lot
block making bankroll The billion dollar dream is the dream for the cash flow Little do they know they're a little or a big hoe But they have a car they
Man the cost is high (high) You gon say ya good byes Cause part of you gon' have to die Yeah, the cost is high (2x) Verse 2 Black tie, black suit welcome
coming of man And I forget when you went away Like a kick to the face Not winning the race Lion, I've seen you from afar, I've seen her in the car
s the coming of man And I forget when you went away Like a kick to the face Not winning the race Lion, I've seen you from afar, I've seen her in the car
