style is unorthodox Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin
feelin like Miami Heat [Verse 2 - Young Jeezy] They like young where u been niggaz acting like I got goosed Til I came back in that black on black phantom
cheese in this muthafucka Bitches on your dog like fleas in this muthafucka So many chains might freeze in this muthafucker Walked past a bitch like breeze in this muthafucka Black
number one, you're number two now This the Goose and Malibu, I call it MaliBOO-YAH God damn Yeezy, how you gonna hit 'em with a new style? Know that
together You've got such super wicked style Show it to me, baby Let me see it, baby Show it to your baby You've got such super wicked style Show it
a towel ride sexy through the city see me you will be aroused my bankroll so well endowed pull b-tches from M.I.A. to A.T.L. in style and in crowds catch
I cramp your style With a bullet and a smile Ugh, niggas on the D-l casin' me out Truckin' my jewels, feelin' for the tools When they come they gots
's a start They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga And if you say you're going to kill me, should I blast you first? Being black
only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore Prepare for the night that you never wanted These streets is taunted Blacked
breath smellin' like semen I catch 'em in the alley all alone Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to the dome It's the G-style Gangsta style G style
my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore (Ice-T) Prepare for the night that you never wanted These streets is taunted, blacked
s hijacked Black people don't own shit The rap game's hijacked Check it R&B's hijacked Black acting is hijacked Just being black is hijacked Nigga,
My life style's crazy, I'm luxury lazy So much gold that jewelry don't phase me Cordless phone, eight or nine homes Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones
bedroom the kitchen, the hall and the bathroom I didn't leave home much, didn't like L.A. Didn't have no friends to trust Got busted to a school Blacks
, 2, 1 If that ain't enough, sit down till we're done [ ROUND 1: Divine Styler ] Syndicate scorned, you act obedient Tired of your fish rhyme ( ? ) ingredients Black on black while styles
hold So I studied the inmates to see who had the power The whites, the blacks or just the gun tower In a blink of an eye, a riot broke out Blacks put
of shits Styles guns my Uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton Bucking down one, bucking down two Bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black
