Now the first day that I met you I was looking in the sky When the sun turned all a blur And the thunderclouds rolled by The sea began to shiver And
Can't center on anything but your horrible life. I think you're not that hard inside. You just want to be told that its going to be alright but the news
then fuck it off King of the hell got em done bitch cut raw She begged the last nigga, on as if she suckin soft Black Superman, yeah I'm a butter law
't talking bout the x-box Niggas let the tech knock Welcome to the real life, black ops Where it's still fuck the police, white and black cop And we ain
to steal home and I betcha That I can run over, the LA Pig catcher Just because I'm black, wit a bat They wanna send a nigga back to the warning track
me bent like elbows, amongst other things, nut I'm not worried Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry So go get your fuckin' shine box
dare Ask yourself can you compare to these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goode or he be gone, yeah The struggle goes on, you've been warned P.L.O. from
me black [HOOK] We aint gotta die no more, I said we aint gotta die no more Black woman Listen You aint gotta cry no more, I said you aint gotta cry no more Black
Hold tight, one day morning wake up yawning Break an egg, bust my head, maybe it's a warning Ring on the bell says it's half past eight Keys in my tea
he hails It pales in comparison to mix with the fuckin' beat Like Wookies and Harrison did it Rooky be handlin' his business Rottin' your fuckin' brain like the box
got 5 cases, in 3 states with 6 lawyers Had a 5S with Mass plates and 4 corners Now I'm Black Stallion, Ferrari Twin Turbo Probably been warned, but '
can you compare To these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goode Or he be gone, yeah The struggle goes on, you've been warned P.L.O. from here to Lebanon
bwoys Van-city outlaws Yo, the Red reaper, bust back your street sweeper Call Mr. Martin and the preacher To the saloon, the showdown high noon Men dressed all black
