Lyrics
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 families will mourn
We breathe life into rappers, their stars is born
The hottest nigga you can name don't wanna get it on (what up, man?)
Ayo, god, these niggas is soft
We beat the life out of people, they families 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 (yeah, yeah)
If it was on, they probably never gon' shoot (brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah)
I keep it real with my crew (brrah)
You cross a line, you know what I gotta do
Them cats lying through they tooth (yeah)
If it was on, they probably never gon' shoot
I keep it real with my crew (uh-huh)
You cross the team, you know what I gotta do (uh)
Got these rappers out here lying 'bout the truth
Even though his family Black, thought he was lyin' 'bout his roots (uh)
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 (yeah)
To my environment's youth, from a general, salute (uh)
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 (yeah)
If it was on, they probably never gon' shoot (brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah)
I keep it real with my crew (brrah)
You cross a line, you know what I gotta do
Them cats lying through they tooth (yeah)
If it was on, they probably never gon' shoot (what up, man?)
I keep it real with my crew (uh-huh)
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 a 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 urban 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)