All Black (feat. Young Buck)

Yeah, yeah they know how im comin Buckshotz in the motherfuckin' building King low what up homie You know that real shit is me That street shit is me What it do Police on the bankroll Crooked cops Aiming for ya brain when we sprayin' at the opps Whippin in the kitchen, baggin' crack until my fingers bled Homies on the block slangin rock till his kids are fed Gunnin' for the King then it's off with they heads Long live the King don't give a fuck what they said You might catch me in the matte black phantom with the cannon Me against the world, i'm the last man standing In the trap with the black mask Know I want it all Pistol on my hip I got the crack up in my jaw Everybody down when i'm coming through the door If I see you got the strap i'm letting off the fo fo I don't got shit to lose, so i'm rollin with the punches Try and test my gangster ima' swing and get to slumpin I see the way he pumpin steady roughing like he's something Coming off the hip with the clip and then I dump it All black, swervin' up the back road Black mask, trappin out the bando Drive fast demons in the lambo Dreaming we be leanin and we smokin up the endo All black, swervin' up the back road Black mask, trappin out the bando Drive fast demons in the lambo Dreaming we be leanin and we smokin up the endo Carhartt jackets and black beanies Extendos and ski masks, I know they didn't see me I layed in these bushes bout an hour, chasin this powder She getting duct taped soon she step up out the shower Her husband is a coward, he's strapped but wont shoot Just keeps saying don't kill me take whatever you want to I'm remorseful, so cuz put the kids in the room first We gonna see their brains on the first when it move first I'm loyal, so if niggas get caught don't make you worse That means that mama take a ride in that blue hearse We still smoke blunts on the porch and catch gram bikes Double r's parked, shootin three of the two dice Unmarked cars we lookin out for the blue lights You'll make it through the night it depend if you move right Green brown or white, its whatever that you like All black dickies this rap n shit too tight All black, swervin' up the back road Black mask, trappin out the bando Drive fast demons in the Lambo' Dreaming we be leanin and we smokin up the endo All black, swervin' up the back road Black mask, trappin out the bando Drive fast demons in the Lambo' Dreaming we be leanin and we smokin up the endo Paranoid, spin the block before I park it Closing up the top I roll the windows for I spark it Trust issues got me all up in my head Having nightmares getting caught without the strap and then I'm dead It's a dirty game, snakes will turn they back Slither in the grass in the trap they setting traps I'm blowin endo, just to ease my mind Money people change, then they tend to drop a dime Keep my circle tight, ain't no squares in the loops Homey on the mic going buck up in the booth Man it's fuck the fame, yeah I do this for culture These other rappers goofy's, all them pigeons turned to vultures All black, swervin' up the back road Black mask, trappin out the bando Drive fast demons in the Lambo' All Black, trappin out the bando All black, swervin' up the back road Black mask, trappin out the bando Drive fast demons in the Lambo' Dreaming we be leanin and we smokin up the endo All black, swervin' up the back road Black mask, trappin out the bando Drive fast demons in the Lambo' Dreaming we be leanin and we smokin up the endo