In power, seen the fires from artist clear and Van Halen then cut their faces That falls from there . . D. . . And they go on the god knows When your time won't come And your eyes go straight to the back Now you see it on black That mech go gray and that nine go black That's that murder murder music So if you want you back Put that ruga all up to you Watch your mind go black All over the wall and you all over the walls The same old me, the same old G Got that crack music listen and let your brain open I be playing old king Me and one of my niggas Ride through the city, fighting on somebody niggas That be thinking they gonna get me Running you niggas Less a cup of dead bodies Four cups of the niggas She march to Say it like a march I'm a moat on my leg A full of black tiling I like it at your splashes Roll up my old dogs I spit in my own driving Can't laugh the road love You niggas better slow up Before you bang the fuck out I ain't letting flame blow your brains all the fuck out All over your shirt Since the young and I was bug wild All up in the dirt My screaming get the fuck out No wild was raised That's how filthy I played there Well I'm around I hold it down like a wave Get my niggas staked straight Placing on my blaze back All over that yoke Get your mother fucking eight Crap, North side of birth street South side of eight ball Hold it by the green gate Coss comes straight born Niggas dropping tapes on Try and get his lock down Clid it to the district Cause nothing gets your chocolate Then I pat ball up Fuck around and get a niggum I'm a sad ball of name right Many times I be sliding with a subbing All time tell you Big boy sound jump around When I'm flamin' Me I play ma rogan Holds like a jambler Same old yoke is the same When I get the cranium A-time I touch your gun All I ask, damn you Chopped me up through I can niggas like you Take it, take it, take it We're black balls Take it, take it, take it, take it It's a big ball Look at this one One, two, three, four Take it, take it