Black Opium (feat. DJ Premier)

[The crowd & rick ross:]

Can I get a rozay (rozay)

Can I get a rozay (rozay)

Let me get a huh (huh)

Let me get a huh (huh)

Huh

I do this for us

Stuck on the grind tryna' elevate

I'mma stand as a man never above ya

Shooters in crowd with 50 carats, they give ‘em dab

My livestyle get busy, you niggas really rare

Put my bitches on, get money, stay out the trap

Fuck 'em long, smoke a bong maybe go get a tat

No illusion, quarter millie for this whip I’m cruzin

Caught a deal up a plane with hov and I kept it movin

Mob ties, (send a re-up[?]), protect me from these shooters

Nice suits, so religious, these muthafuckers ruthless

Blond broads, cuban cigars, shit I get the true

(Lovely suit[?]), vip, double m.c are truth

Cap guns, stab wounds, they think we’re having fun

Doing shows, fucking hoes, gunplay’s still on the run

I do this for us

Stuck on the grind tryna elevate

I'mma stand as a man never above ya

Some niggas choke, some niggas don't

Pissin in portable potties out at the public school

Late to class, walk the halls then wanna run with tools

Say your name, what’s your gang, my people wrote the rule

4Th of july, light up the sky, step on my shoes

All I do is feed eat?, niggas and they call it food

That’s my fool?, I assume you know he’s in the room

You hear the boom, soul floating like a balloon

Fatal wound, if war niggas yell “I played the rules”

A lot of goons, cocaine bitches consume

Still fill the room; king of diamond, go get the broom

Dreamchasers you fuck with meek, you gotta fuck with combs

They’re my poon?

They’re dc, carve it in my tomb

I do this for us

Stuck on the grind tryna elevate

Stuck on the grind tryna elevate

I'mma stand as a man never above ya

I'mma stand as a man never above ya

I only take time out for all my bad bitches

Ex-bitches, my last bitch was far from average

Fast whips, g wagon that’s horse and carriage

Marriage is not for me I’m rich and careless

Ex-ex relax under my mattres

40 Blocks of white, it marshall matters

8 Mile, a while my shit was stagnant

Seven fifties do ‘8’ figures, young nigga at it

Ho wow, ho now, they think it’s magic

I bring the best out your bitch, she livin lavish

Mink drapes, prince cape is on my [?],

The parallel twig[?] of a caroling

I do this for us

Stuck on the grind tryna elevate

I'mma stand as a man never above ya

I do this for us

I, I, I do this for us