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点击复制Black on Black - Young Jeezy/Game/Kevin Gates
Written by：Young Jeezy
'Sup ni**a huh
You know what this sh*t is
Stay down and come up damn right
Street niggas is street niggas alike
It ain't even one way ni**a two niggas most
Stay down and see you come up ni**a uh
Four songs ni**a blood money let's go
Everything wrong this can't be right
Man it's so much this can't be life yeah
Sh*t get real man you can't hold back
Stay on back ni**a you gotta do what you gotta do
If he came back in that black on black
I still do it for them niggas with them bricks on bricks
I still do it for them niggas with them nicks on nicks
Let me tell you how a real ni**a supposed to bounce back
See I never came back in that black on black
Ni**a come through for a nine and a half
I'm a tell him ain't nothing left
Ni**a need an eight tell him everything straight
All they gotta do it wait tell a ni**a I'm a chef
How you think a ni**a went and got that race
Could eve went to jail but I bought that case
Lawyer came through told him it's about time
Jim carrey to the rollie I just switch that switch
Put ten karats on my daughter ear f**k it
She deserved every rock I done sold out in public
Do anything for my destiny's child
She a be yon never be let oya luck
Black on black checkerboard lours luggage
On a PJ feeling like warren but feet
With the Minnesota twins ain't no Kirby Puckett
Let the shade fear clouds tell a aliyah that I love her
Back and forth in a lea
My grandmother say I never see her
She want me come home on thanksgiving
Put on some black on black like here
Black on black to my dear
Black on black in my ear
Black Maserati that I gave to my mama
Right hand to the father she can't even find the gears
Everything wrong this can't be right
Man it's so much this can't be life yeah
Sh*t get real man you can't hold back
Stay on back ni**a you gotta do what you gotta do
If he came back in that black on black
I still do it for them niggas with them bricks on bricks
I still do it for them niggas with them nicks on nicks
Let me tell you how a real ni**a supposed to bounce back
See I never came back in that black on black
Hold up hold up hold up
Sh*t get real we don't fold up
This is what I told myself in my grandma's kitchen
At the table ni**a chopping my blow up
Said she want to sell more like my father
Same time had me for a couple dollars
Yeah I'm about to pull an all night
And now I'm about to kill these niggas
So you might not see me till tomorrow
Yeah like that then my palms start itching
Suede hit the block then my bong gone missing
See I'm about to take me a trip to the other side of town
And I'm going there to buy me a chicken
Yeah I got a ni**a in the spot with a nine right now
So I'm going there to sell him a pigeon
My pastor told me that the money is the root of all evil
I said if it is then I lose my religion
If I had to be precise tell you two things about life
Niggas win everyday niggas fail every night
I say now Oprah got a billion dollars
And you know what near her
Type of sh*t I tell myself while staring in the mirror
Everything wrong this can't be right
Man it's so much this can't be life yeah
Sh*t get real man you can't hold back
Stay on back ni**a you gotta do what you gotta do
If he came back in that black on black
I still do it for them niggas with them bricks on bricks
I still do it for them niggas with them nicks on nicks
Let me tell you how a real ni**a supposed to bounce back
See I never came back in that black on black
Mayonnaise jaw straight drop no whipping
Electrics off everything's spoiling in the fridge
I ain't bathed in a week house smelling like pickles
Street showing no business still getting to the business
Safety pin the zip break it down sell nickels
Had to ball him out of jail blew the money on the bail
Went flat bounced back from a 30 cent flipper
I don't even know a ni**a living how I'm living
I don't even know how many times I've been to prison
Sh*t get gangsta we call hot bee zle
Bought two things at the third I wanna appease you
Two fifty two on the scale that's a Nina
Eighteen zaps five hundred four grams
Add an extra gram when you weigh it with the bag
Real trap talk keep it real don't believe you
When you get out of line swear to god I'm a leave you
Dicks cut the water fore they kick a ni**a door
Tried to flush it down the toilet but the d**e just float
Tear gas from the cannon
Everybody scrambling but I ain't never panic
Double homicide broad day that's my jacket
Tried to bird feed cut throat on my jacket
And I take change I'm a serve when they asking
Come from out of town I'm a taste no relaxing
Everything wrong this can't be right
Man it's so much this can't be life yeah
Sh*t get real man you can't hold back
Stay on back ni**a you gotta do what you gotta do
If he came back in that black on black
I still do it for them niggas with them bricks on bricks
I still do it for them niggas with them nicks on nicks
Let me tell you how a real ni**a supposed to bounce back
See I never came back in that black on black
It's okay daddy I'm not scared
I know baby the rest of the world is
You ready to go home
Yes daddy
Let's go
Okay
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