E? rabbia che cova ma quando esplode vedrai, la mia citta non l?hai fermata e non la fermerai mai/ e cominciato con Maury, NextOne e Left Side era BLACK CITY, BLACK CITY
(Chorus) One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say (Verse 1) Sick wit' it, six
One, one, two Check me out, right here, yo Yo, the sun don't shine forever (You can turn the track up a little bit for me) But as long as it's here then
you never made one So this message goes to amateurs and pros alike We're the MC's that cold be doggin the mic You may be good but there's no one better
could happen Got my **** on then I hopped in a Austan Every check I cash in, bigger than the last one Met a new freak, she thicker than the last one
hump-humps It never quits, nah I don't discriminate I plz chicks, nah Asian, Caucasian, black, I squeeze (Uuh) Lover lover 'cuz we da, showstoppers And uh, chief rockers, numba one
Show y'all soldier ass niggaz, I'm Murder City's Sergeant Slaughter Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber I betcha I'll drill your heifer like Black
. Yaa?? girl love me and I know you cana??t stand it. Goth-em city doors got ya boy Batmanina??. Yaa?? girl go hard like Dikembe Mutombo. Soulja number one
said that the pro-black, was goin out of style She said, afrocentricity, was of the past So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz Now black music is black
black block of niggas that rock they hat cock I'm real like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox Back I got my rap, now get your glock out the black
it here though love it, I made it here we all here, from the dealers to the kids to the squares to the fly one thing we are aligned with black on black
to ten I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P. I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P My dress code is all black when I'm makin' the moves Similar to
derrty, homie I had to You was doin' a lot of talkin', a lot of barkin' But your bite was nothin', guess, you mighta been frontin' Yo ain't no mic to it, city
bottom dime No matter what you do, you'll never find another one I take a pair of black nines and I'm the man I said a pair of black nines make 'em jump
Double and Too Short, what the fuck you thought? I come with the ruckus, it's my thing when I swing I'm born to mack, always strapped, with the black
stop Kansas City, Missouri I rock the house in East St. Louis Detroit, it's like Oakland It's a black thing, and I'm a black man To all my brothers
out fake ass Simple Simon I never understood one word you said But you're swearin' up and down that you're killin' 'em dead There's only one thing, I
