Black Out

Yeah, yo, aiyo these duffel bag niggas is lame hoes, I flame those

Your papa should of left you a stain on clothes

I rock heavy metal, eighteen karats or better

Blue steel or beretta, I'mma stack that feta

Guacamole, my shit is fat, I call it rolly polly

Niggas is screaming like "there goes tony, moly!"

The baddest bitches walking two steps behind me

Cuz the God's robes flaring out, shit I don't care about

One false move on the kid, I'm airing out

Dumping, pellets be hop, skipping and jumping

With the automatic shotgun, hand on the pumping

Dung-dung! Watch your whole body flop

And wild the fuck out, I'm like a bull in a china shop

Beastie, I can walk on cut glass, I bust ass

Niggas better cover they face or get slashed

Or see me and your granny in your yard, getting trashed

Aiyo, back out, give 'em the whole thing, black out

Squeezin' til it's spring break, nigga, black out

You run out of bullets, just swing, nigga, black out

Don't give a fuck about a thing, nigga, black out

I chant warrior's songs for all my warriors gone

Spilled the blood, sweat and tears, ya'll just call it a song

Yes I'm, highly explosive, yes I'm, something ferocious

Niggas fucking with my nerves like multiple sclerosis

What time, and you get your food ate, give 'em a buck and a half

Across the face, and scrape the plate

I'll lift your muthafuckin' hood up, like a mechanic

And leave you layin' for life, in your hammock, God damn it

This is marksmen

My niggas is prone to black out

Double handed out the chevrolet, until it maxs out

Mo p's is g's, these niggas tap out

Buck-a-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck, push your back out

If you don't know what that's bout, pack up and stab out

Make a decision or deal with conditions, when I spaz out

Unload, reload, unload, reload

Hand 'em a couple more, and keep a couple for the road

Pull out the ratchet, this is not rap

The rap shit is liver then superfly saliva when the mack spit

That, raat, tip-tip-tip-tip-tip tap shit

That you cannot stick to landing like gaby douglas when you back flip

My hammer dance that make you niggas do the running man

Seventy seven blackout, berkowitz, son of sam

Understand what you working with is word perfect

The earth surface is profilic circuit, breaker-breaker circuits

Enter your information, we blacks out

Spontaneous combustion, instantaneous identification

Pop your melon like gallagher, you won't survive

Psychopath with a silencer, my caliber is forty five

Tumultuous tragedy, infamous, infamy

These agree the statistics, will increase exponentially

Potentially, my brain is probably twisted

This auto shotty lifted your body and dropped it like a molly kid shit