the gates of hell. Vile pride brought death and fear. Legacy of the black souls. Sorrows grow in a sea of tears. Legacy of the black souls. Only the
Jacob Black, she's not coming back La Push has come to shove and she's through with you Don't you see you're just a dog to me? If you come near her again
Jacob Black She's not coming back La Push has come to shove and she's through with you Don't cha see your just a dog to me If you come near her again
make a steak upgrade I'm filet mignon with a tape-up fade I see things clear through these Mark Jacob shades Like the clarity in these jewels that Jacob
high But you ain't never smoked like this I see shoppin' bags Might pop some tags But you was never fly like this [Verse 2: Kanye West] Uh Roc-A-Fella Black people usin' black
when the door'z ajar ghost ride the whip like im from oakland ya'll its the crack man and he aint got a shot ,da don, tha wrist is jacob earring chapard
from bare bubble coats, to brand new minks And yo my neck upgraded (uh huh), my wrist's upgraded I stay C of F, I ain't got time for Jacob I'm still
bitch Yeah i smell like the vault i used to sell dope i did play the block now i play on boats in the south of France baby, St. Tropez Get a tan? im already black
40 with my AK. Mastermind, big money heavy weight. On the grind, flippin money in everyway. Headline, my b-tch shine everyday. Pearl white, throwin P Marc Jacob
is my swag) Yall cant catch upp Ay Bow what yu rocking tho my niqqa? New jeans shop(check) Yellow Lamborgini( bow) bbc shirt with a fresh pair of jeans (wow) black
my conglomerate [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] It's Bus Rhymes! (HUH!) And I'm back With the crack, and the thugs, and the drugs, NIGGA BLACK! (OH!) The best
rituals Skated outta Jacob's wit the Fruit Loop jewels Holdin a navy blue uzi Krush Groovin waves off the atlas Coolin, that's how we make movies Basketball gun brawlers, bounce Black
, to the stadium niggas Now c'mon! {Verse 1} Bouncing, everytime I be hittin y'all niggas with shit That be makin y'all niggas really wanna black up
Jacob For what tomorrow may bring May a better day come Yesterday we were Kings Can you tell me young ones Who are we today [Nas: Verse 1] The black
Out in the street, they call it murder (Fuck D-Block) Verse 1 Tony Yayo: Guns a place up Gimme dat pen and dat Jacob One false move you get spread out
and did it (I done been there and did it) Ten years without gettin sweat inside my Yankee fitted 1990-Raw I showed you ice You ain't know who Jacob was
's why I love the hood and everything we got From the ice cream trucks to the fourty ounce tops All white Air Force Ones to fake Jacob watch A few reasons
