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Uh-oh (Yeah) It's on, you heard? (Uh-oh) What up, God? Yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah) The new Black mob, black rims on all our cars With the black paint, black diamonds all in our charms The infamous, man, 'bout to change our colors to a black flag All you see was fire coming out the G Jag And got everything new 'cept the same old Timbs Black Chuckas, motherfuckers wanna know where we been They can't make hot shit 'til they hear us first We like the road map, without us, niggas be lost Ayo, god, these niggas is soft We beat the life out of people, they family's will mourn We breathe life into rappers, their stars is born The hottest nigga you can name don't wanna get it on Ayo, god, these niggas is soft We beat the life out of people, they family's will mourn We breathe life into rappers, their stars is born The hottest nigga you can name don't wanna get it on (Let's go) Them cats lying through they tooth If it was on, they probably never gon' shot I keep it real with my crew You cross a line, you know what I gotta do Letras de cancionesThem cats lying through they tooth If it was on, they probably never gon' shot I keep it real with my crew You cross the team, you know what I gotta do Got these rappers out here lying about the truth Even though his family Black, thought he was lyin' 'bout his roots And these two-faced-ed gangstas out here lyin' 'bout a truth If this the stairway to Heaven, leave him lying on the stoop Tony Stark's in his element, got iron in my groove Some people dyin', it's evident, I'm ironing my suit Y'all got gasoline drawers and fire in your boots I'm firing squad firing, I say "fire" and they shoot You sliding on bald tires, just retire and regroup If the troops are not inspired, my requirement's recruit To my environment's youth, from a general, salute Y'all chasing the clout chasers, that's a trivial pursuit I'm the type to pay attention and recoup And any payments from pagans who with Satan, I rebuke I'm the proof that hit him like a fact you can't refute Don't be a lion in the jungle or lying in the booth (Let's go) Them cats lying through they tooth If it was on, they probably never gon' shot I keep it real with my crew You cross a line, you know what I gotta do Them cats lying through they tooth If it was on, they probably never gon' shot I keep it real with my crew You cross the team, you know what I gotta do First round overall draft pick, I was chosen Roll with a circle of ominous men, call us the omen Ozzy Osbourne bitin' heads off bats is black magic Kill a cypher on a Saturday, call that a Black Sabbath 'Stead of Black love, it's black mask and black gloves For the Black masses, throw heat at us like bad catches Swing, batter, batter, swing, three strikes and that's that It's like life the last laugh as you buried in a black casket You pussy, sucka, nobody worried 'bout your delivery I opened the door for your bitch ass, but that was chivalry United, slimy, poisonous serpents tryna dead X Never brought a crumb to the table trying to say they Fed-X Stamp it, wipe 'em from existence like we deleted 'em A small, tepid argument can turn into a heated one The beef was extra large and we defeated 'em, to speak to 'em It's gonna take a miracle, you're gonna need a medium You said that you came up at the time when a lot of people in the hood was getting strangled by poverty And hip-hop came along and offered a boost of confidence (Yes) Describe why that was important I think in the early communities at that time, you know We really had nothing to look up to, to give us a boost We really had no, no outlets, or you know, anything Then, you know, hip-hop came along And, you know, you had people in the street rhyming, like You know, they felt good about this They were sayin' rhymes and biggin' theyself up Even biggin' they hood up, no matter what it looked like It just gave us a sense of, uh I think it gave us a sense of culture (Culture) From Letras Mania