Black, Black, Black Comme la nuit, Black Comme mon taf, Black Comme Joe Black Comme mes baffes, Black Comme Zo, braques Tes yeux sur mon crew, Un tas
don't wanna hurt nobody, but that's a lie Cause it's a delight for me to bust a lip or black an eye Or smoke a nigga like a syrup covered black'n'mild
You'll never find a thuggish bunch of niggas like us (like us) Don't be so quick to test us I'll be annoyed and might bust I'ma have to talk to Eazy
(feat. Swizz Beatz) [Intro: Busta Rhymes] DJ Scratch you sick for this one [Swizz Beatz] WOO! Come on! New York we back!!! (Swizzy!!!) [Chorus: Swizz
to squeeze Getting caught up in that freaky gold-digger Jamborees Chorus I caught that ill vibe Tip {word Bust?} yo yo word That ill vibe Tip {word Bust
arsenic East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 4X) Verse Two: KRS-One Yo, why do they make me wanna ruin they career? Before I bust your
so niggaz retaliate and start to loot Execute, boot, stompin Black soldier, here to teach and mould ya The innovator, dominator, narra-rator R-B to the motherfuckin X -- flex
day Making funky shit with my nigga Dr. Dre The niggas who talk shit get put on they back By my nigga named Suge and it's black for black Now check facts
he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with that Then you lied about your pops, he ain't never bust no cap Like Father, Like Son, go ask Busta
's sittin on 20s Thinkin back, when I had the fall blue and black Pennys' Listenin to Faith on the Funk Flex tape (Ah-HEH!) Like BAM, before Diddy was
I'm gonna say what I gotta say [Hook] Everyday we getting digits lovin figuers Bustin niggas trustin niggas Battle it live you touchin triggers Never flex