them black...designer jeans Out them black...shades Come get it babe, come get it babe Come up out my black...Jesus piece My black...Audemars It's black
rock my clothes Rock my ice, pull out Glocks, stop my life (Uhh) I'm like, "Damn, how these niggaz got they trust? Used to be my man, how you gonna plot on my
to wild Top notch drop top make everything he drop hot He dream, visualize, plot and scheme Got the cream legally without the beam Witcha fire eye drive slow, 8-5-0 Jet black
mean? How can I trust my fractious heart Knowing I have the enemy gene? Ooh, love breaks the machine Everything's half a dream, how can it be? Everything
. Leon JD Ay, feels like im forgetting a few people, huh I just want to say to all my niggas, everybody that I love My nieces, my nephews, all my niggaz
ll Ridin? dirty got goons in the double R It?s the black flag We a coomal square? Nigga with the cash Come to Hustle Hard Million Dollar Dreams Money on my
my life (life) A ghetto dream come true Paper plates on the Benz (Benz), ridin' so new On some 2011 shit, when I come through Black paint, black seats
' to get me for my money Now she laughing to the bank and ain't a damn thing funny My momma lights off and my daddy don't call And my nigga got killed
so I day dream on my way back to my zone thinkin about my son look when he full grown will he be raised right or another street clone? everything I know
no such thing as too much If you gave me everything it'd never be enough, yeah My black coffee with sugar, no cream in the morning You're my super double caffeine dream
in my dreams You inspire me, the way you make me feel inside is amazing Your honesty, your artistry is engaging You are everything I hope to be You have touched my
my little town Nothing but the dead and dying Back in my little town In my little town, I never meant nothin' I was just my father's son Saving my money, dreaming
come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now my nigga What goes around comes around my nigga And what
on you When you think everything's okay and everything's goin' right, right And life has a funny way nobody helpin' you out when You think everyhing's gone wrong and everything
and i put my earpiece on! got my dark sunglasses on! and i had my weapon drawn! so i get my handcuffs, my cyanide pills, my classified dossier! tappin
you there I wanna take you there I gotta take you there I gotta take you there I wanna take you there I wanna take you there To the blackstreet Black, black, black
to make a scene Hop in that machine You can roll with the machine Moneys in my jeans Imma a money fiend I put that on everything That im chasin every dream
