away the pain til my head spins Cause we're the kids, that belong to the night We gonna get this, we gonna start a fight [Porcelain Black - Chorus]
's the sack growin' out my neck But don't jet baby, heh, not yet I'm popping in like a pound of lead Black n blue, his next roll and drop me on my head
a mere setback Hear when I'm here, earn wit a clear conscience in the middle of the jet black I'm a dog, running through the jungle wit a hoodie and black
don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever Black Rob If you wanna dance,
, you don't stop Yo I'm back, black, heavens to Betsy, time to get deuce I take a bite outta crime, wash it down with some juice I'm not the new kids
beat Then rappers started braggin' all about their gold And the girlies, and the beepers And the big, black Oldsmobile In '83, the beatbox hit Makin' funky drum sounds from out ya lips
a bad look, get a right hook in yer eye! [FROST P] Fat man dat pull scares like anthrax Leave a boy lookin, zip is lips wit' Tampax! Wit my accent, jack
type Ignite mics, blow up u.s.a. satellites Insane unabomber, my whole fam lace golden armor Royal calmer, black queen black madonna The missing link be the big lips
projects, could be in the game She from the hoody-hood all to the goody-good Lips and her tounge and it's all understoody-stood First of the month now your kids
make a nigga start hustlin I aint a start nothing I just know how to count know how to eyeball an 8ball you wearin em out Lips black from the blunt of
mere setback Hear when I'm here, Earn wit a clear conscience in the middle of the jet black I'm a dog, running through the jungle Wit a hoodie and black
, less than an hour's nap Woke up in a cave on the top of Mount Arafat Blood on the tarot pack, the power black Street mystic get you twisted with your
: Craig Mack (Puff Daddy in the background) [That's right] Just move it on down And you came to feel the flav [Bad Boy, Bad Boy] Haa! We just vibe to
head 'til your days is up You blazin' what, playboy you frail and butt You know when Bad Boy drops, all your sales is cut Chorus: Black Rob Can I Live
homies from Haddeys-herb Missi-hempie) I like the girls (a man check out this song we used to sing when we was little kids right) My girl got two big lips
Then rappers started braggin' all about their gold And the girlies, and the beepers And the big, black Olds-mobile In '83, the beatbox hit Makin' funky drum sounds from out ya lips
All you kids get out the back door I've never seen her this bad before She took all her favorite things down from the window and broke 'em all over her