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Black on Black (Explicit) - The Game/Young Jeezy (杨·吉兹)/Kevin Gates
'Sup n***a huh
You know what this sh*t is
Stay down and come up d**n right
Street niggas is street niggas alike
It ain't even one way n***a two of america's most
Stay down till you come up n***a uh
Four songs n***a blood money let's go
Everythin' wrong this can't be right
Winning so much this can't be life yeah
Sh*t get real man you can't hold back
If he left and 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 n***a supposed to bounce back
See I left and came back in that black on black
n***a come through for a nine and a half
I'm a tell him ain't nothin' left
n***a need an eight tell him everythin' straight
All they gotta do is wait tell a n***a I'm a chef
How you think a n***a went and got that wraith
Could've 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 anythin' for my destiny's child
She a beyoncé never be letoya luckett
Black on black checkerboard louis luggage
On a pj feelin' like warren buffett
With the minnesota twins ain't no kirby puckett
Lift the shade see the clouds tell aaliyah that I love her
Back and forth in a lear
My grandmother say I never see her
She want me come home on thanksgivin'
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
Everythin' wrong this can't be right
Winning so much this can't be life yeah
Sh*t get real man you can't hold back
If he left and 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 n***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 n***a choppin' my blow up
Said she want to sell more like my father
Same time had me for a couple dollars
Yeah I'm 'bout to pull an all nighter
I'm 'bout to kill these niggas so you might not see me 'til tomorrow
Just like that then my palms start itchin'
Suede hit the block then my bong gone missin'
See I'm 'bout to take me a trip to the other side of town
And I'm goin' there to find me a chicken
Yeah I got a n***a in the spot with a nine right now
So I'm goin' 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 losin' 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're nowhere near her
Type of sh*t I tell myself while starin' in the mirror
Everythin' wrong this can't be right
Winning so much this can't be life yeah
Sh*t get real man you can't hold back
If he left and 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 n***a supposed to bounce back
See I never came back in that black on black
Mayonnaise jar straight drop no whippin'
Electric's off everything's spoilin' in the fridge
I ain't bathed in a week house smellin' like pickles
Street showin' no pity still gettin' 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 n***a livin' how I'm livin'
I don't even know how many times I've been to prison
Sh*t get gangsta we call hot beezle
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 n***a door
Tried to flush it down the toilet but the d**e just float
Wooh
Tear gas from the cannon
Everybody scramblin' but I ain't never panic
Double homicide broad day that's my jacket
Try to bird feed cut throat I'mma jack you
And I take change I'm a serve when they askin'
Come from out of town I'mma tax no relaxin'
Everythin' wrong this can't be right
Winning so much this can't be life yeah
Sh*t get real man you can't hold back
If he left and 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 n***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