[Intro]
Black Opz, competition
Yo...
[Verse 1: Price]
Where I reside, it's hard to find a light that shine
We spend our time pulling drawers, getting large in this ghetto full of stars
Cats get dealt bad hands when dealers start pulling cards
[?] don't make it out without welts, bullet scars
And stab wounds, it's snakes, Jakes and baboons, oh my
Natives is restless, no lie, that's the jungle
Codies, DTs, parolies, rock choppers, police, Glock cockers, and goalies
Cock blockers, OGs with Rollies is not opera
When it's curtains your soul leaves and gets sticky
Watch more the shit be boys in fifty, whores slickly slip mickeys in Drinks when you think you 'bout to dip in her
Vicky's a bitch, be swift, even leaving you laced
Don't close your eyes even to blink
Being broke in this ghetto is deadly and shit stinks
Niggas grab hold of the metal and stick pricks, (trucks, trucks)
We settle when we make [duck?], upper level looking like King Tut, the dough shrink up
Turn right back into fucking rebels sticking them chinks up
Like give that fried rice and them wings up ([hand the cash?])
[Hook x2: Price]
Dark nights in these big cities (we real wit' it)
Hard life, if it don't get sweet (we'll still live it)
You could put shit outta our reach (we'll still get it)
Ain't the card we dealt (it's the way we deal wit' it)
[Verse 2: Gem]
Respect mine like a Tec-9, point-blank range
Rearrange your face, like I'm the man you made
So shake you, take you from boys to men
A perfect ten with a poison pen, that nigga Gem, he at it again
Drop [tens?] when I come off, amazing grace
Catch your [tastes?] it's crazy baby embalming [baste?], fake niggas Getting erased at alarming rates
Seal your fate, like you bust Jake in front of city hall with it all on tape
Rhymes got your Alpines straight hollering rape
Get your heart as hard rock, make you swallow with stone face, my hollows make bones break
This song is crack, and you niggas is just rappin'
Posin' and actin' grabbing mics and it's lights, camera, action, cut the bullshit
Watch how the bull get down, nothing but raw shit now
[Punish swordsmen?], make tortured clowns, [caught your shots?] from a porcelain pound
[Hook x2: Price]
Dark nights in these big cities (we real wit' it)
Hard life, if it don't get sweet (we'll still live it)
You could put shit outta our reach (we'll still get it)
Ain't the card we dealt (it's the way we deal wit' it)
[Verse 3]
Now how could you blame me, if you told the flamethrower to flame it
Fuck calling it out, if I brought it, I'm gon' bang it
Can't stop it, you can only pray for containment, like an arraignment
But here's the thing wit' wildlife, a cage ain't gon' tame shit
Life's the bits and the pits is a bitch ain't it
I might clap and air one, snap wit' a fair one, after we battle, you Gonna need a harrowing heroine
Fuck you rookie, hoes still throw me the nookie, cause I beat the pussy the color purple, like Whoopi
Sookie sookie, while I give her a noogie, school of the hard knocks, I ain't never played hooky
None of that absent shit, cracklin' clique, too sick to be fucked with I feel abstinent
So I'ma do me, smuttin', up in your whore dookie she got a donkey, fuck it, you don't feel me, shoot me, you flonky
I [shot your chode?] off like you on [?], fuck a deal, I got a new key, but rap that shit's crap
And I'm back at it like pookie, spooky, for my fourteenth, yeah, like Mookie
Blaylock, sit down man, what I say, Ahk, I ain't here to play op
Three nine black, gave me a grey spot
Brand fifty, don't knock it, tell me Kevin and Jay shot, every block around the place hot
[Hook x2: Price]
Dark nights in these big cities (we real wit' it)
Hard life, if it don't get sweet (we'll still live it)
You could put shit outta our reach (we'll still get it)
Ain't the card we dealt (it's the way we deal wit' it)
Black Opz, competition
Yo...
[Verse 1: Price]
Where I reside, it's hard to find a light that shine
We spend our time pulling drawers, getting large in this ghetto full of stars
Cats get dealt bad hands when dealers start pulling cards
[?] don't make it out without welts, bullet scars
And stab wounds, it's snakes, Jakes and baboons, oh my
Natives is restless, no lie, that's the jungle
Codies, DTs, parolies, rock choppers, police, Glock cockers, and goalies
Cock blockers, OGs with Rollies is not opera
When it's curtains your soul leaves and gets sticky
Watch more the shit be boys in fifty, whores slickly slip mickeys in Drinks when you think you 'bout to dip in her
Vicky's a bitch, be swift, even leaving you laced
Don't close your eyes even to blink
Being broke in this ghetto is deadly and shit stinks
Niggas grab hold of the metal and stick pricks, (trucks, trucks)
We settle when we make [duck?], upper level looking like King Tut, the dough shrink up
Turn right back into fucking rebels sticking them chinks up
Like give that fried rice and them wings up ([hand the cash?])
[Hook x2: Price]
Dark nights in these big cities (we real wit' it)
Hard life, if it don't get sweet (we'll still live it)
You could put shit outta our reach (we'll still get it)
Ain't the card we dealt (it's the way we deal wit' it)
[Verse 2: Gem]
Respect mine like a Tec-9, point-blank range
Rearrange your face, like I'm the man you made
So shake you, take you from boys to men
A perfect ten with a poison pen, that nigga Gem, he at it again
Drop [tens?] when I come off, amazing grace
Catch your [tastes?] it's crazy baby embalming [baste?], fake niggas Getting erased at alarming rates
Seal your fate, like you bust Jake in front of city hall with it all on tape
Rhymes got your Alpines straight hollering rape
Get your heart as hard rock, make you swallow with stone face, my hollows make bones break
This song is crack, and you niggas is just rappin'
Posin' and actin' grabbing mics and it's lights, camera, action, cut the bullshit
Watch how the bull get down, nothing but raw shit now
[Punish swordsmen?], make tortured clowns, [caught your shots?] from a porcelain pound
[Hook x2: Price]
Dark nights in these big cities (we real wit' it)
Hard life, if it don't get sweet (we'll still live it)
You could put shit outta our reach (we'll still get it)
Ain't the card we dealt (it's the way we deal wit' it)
[Verse 3]
Now how could you blame me, if you told the flamethrower to flame it
Fuck calling it out, if I brought it, I'm gon' bang it
Can't stop it, you can only pray for containment, like an arraignment
But here's the thing wit' wildlife, a cage ain't gon' tame shit
Life's the bits and the pits is a bitch ain't it
I might clap and air one, snap wit' a fair one, after we battle, you Gonna need a harrowing heroine
Fuck you rookie, hoes still throw me the nookie, cause I beat the pussy the color purple, like Whoopi
Sookie sookie, while I give her a noogie, school of the hard knocks, I ain't never played hooky
None of that absent shit, cracklin' clique, too sick to be fucked with I feel abstinent
So I'ma do me, smuttin', up in your whore dookie she got a donkey, fuck it, you don't feel me, shoot me, you flonky
I [shot your chode?] off like you on [?], fuck a deal, I got a new key, but rap that shit's crap
And I'm back at it like pookie, spooky, for my fourteenth, yeah, like Mookie
Blaylock, sit down man, what I say, Ahk, I ain't here to play op
Three nine black, gave me a grey spot
Brand fifty, don't knock it, tell me Kevin and Jay shot, every block around the place hot
[Hook x2: Price]
Dark nights in these big cities (we real wit' it)
Hard life, if it don't get sweet (we'll still live it)
You could put shit outta our reach (we'll still get it)
Ain't the card we dealt (it's the way we deal wit' it)
( Black Opz )
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