the man in black, lackeys to the lord of lies Beware of the man in black Beware of the man in black Beware of the man in black Beware of the man in black
the fall of man In the 7th month of the year 1999 an ancient god of wrath will return bringing fire, water, death and destruction. That is the day when man
im gonna flip this script and own it,own it To all the haters, i made it and i'll be balling yeah i'll be balling , balling Yeah im the mother fucking man
An they know when it?s time To handle business nigga lay low Presentin' more urban tales of crack sales An black mail, an black males, peelin' black
The beer champ Yeah, curly head kid Yo, yo, yo From Gators to blazers, low fades and razors Big dick saloon, I contact the womb; the black asian Which
telebeam Scope enemies with enemas I?m leaving them helpless and hopeless like the Running victim that falls in the scary cinema Huh, huh, it was like three black
Wild blackberries bloomin' in the thickest on the mountain Sheep shire and water cress are growin' round the fountain Where a big black bear is drinkin
Being that I'm real I feel you need a man in your life child Somebody black, bald headed, plus buck wild They call me Trick Daddy dollars A real woman
ain't finsta be either or Fear no man, bar none, be a hog like a wild bull Playas don't keep score Let 'em know that this is grown man shit ya fucking
standard housing Got the young running rampant Wilding, for a phantom He can style in Mask on his face Grabbing his luger Saying, 'gnobody move or I'll shoot ya' Man
in a court they hang In a court for slang 25 years of my life never seen a light Was it worth that? Is you sure black? Did you look him in his eyes when you laid the man
man, just a child, running wild I was the wild one Wild, wild, wild, wild one Not a man, just a child Running wild Wild one Wild, wild, wild, wild
I'm gonna live, and I live my way Watch me live tooth, fang, and claw Watch me live an extra day The red man he walked on a sacred hillside The black man
the Owls cry out loud, Shadows are laughing and screaming in my ears. I see the outline of the horned Man-in-Black. He stretch his hand to my left shoulder
grown up life She was there just running on the beach A wild island baby A little bit out of reach With the crazy eyes and the coal black hair A look
Waltons, Down South, the forty-four feela I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga West side highway running, homo nigga
But you can't quite turn away I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away It's foul in the street, criminal in the street Little child running wild
I'm a monsta man I'm a find you in my AP nine on jam I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me, fam
