Tekst:
Fist Of Fury Black Jack

might think he became a millionaire. But what if he considers that he has lost a million things. Nothing left of his pride and no more selfrespect. Black Jack

, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit bulls Karate, black belt and I bring booze To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue We like the black

At the age of 15, I watched my dad get beat down Billy clubs and black jacks filled the night time sound Billy clubs, a concussion was the rule of law

Cant hold back with god, still sin follows through Black jack, fire arms, foreign cars, trying hard, Forest fires, horrified, war cries, iron bars [Chorus:] Black

Karate, black belt and I bring booze To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue [Raekwon:] We like the black Yankees, old vets

Karate, black belt and I bring booze To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue [Raekwon:] We like the black Yankees, old vets