Black On Black Lyrics - Blood Moon: Year Of The Wolf - Game

'Sup, nigga, huh? 

You know what this shit is? 

Stay down and come up (Damn right) 

Street niggas is street niggas alike 

It ain't even one way, nigga (Two niggas most) 

Stay down and see you come up, nigga, uh 

Four songs, nigga (Blood Money, let's go) 

Everythin' wrong, this can't be right 

Winning so much, this can't be life (Yeah) 

Shit get real, man, you can't hold back 

(Stay on back, nigga, you gotta do what you gotta do) 

If he came back in that black on black 

I still do it for them niggas with them bricks on bricks 

I still do it for them niggas with them nicks on nicks 

Let me tell you how a real nigga supposed to bounce back 

See I never came back in that black on black 

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Nigga come through for a nine and a half 

I'm a tell him ain't nothin' left 

Nigga need an eight, tell him everythin' straight 

All they gotta do it wait, tell a nigga I'm a chef 

How you think a nigga went and got that race? 

Could've went to jail but I bought that case 

Lawyer came through, told him it's about time 

Jim Carrey to the Rollie, I just switch that switch 

Put ten karats on my daughter ear, fuck it 

She deserved every rock I done sold out in public 

Do anythin' for my Destiny's Child 

She a Beyoncé, never be LeToya Luckett 

Black on black, checkerboard Louis luggage 

On a PJ feelin' like Warren Buffett 

With the Minnesota Twins, ain't no Kirby Puckett 

Let the shade fear clouds, tell Aaliyah that I love her 

Back and forth in a Lear 

My grandmother say I never see her 

She want me come home on Thanksgivin' 

Put on some black on black like here 

Black on black to my dear 

Black on black in my ear 

Black Maserati that I gave to my mama 

Right hand to the father, she can't even find the gears 

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Hold up, hold up, hold up 

Shit get real, we don't fold up 

This is what I told myself in my grandma's kitchen 

At the table, nigga, choppin' my blow up 

Said she want to sell more like my father 

Same time, had me for a couple dollars 

Yeah, I'm 'bout to pull an all nighter 

And now I'm 'bout to kill these niggas 

So you might not see me 'til tomorrow' 

Yeah, like that, then my palms start itchin' 

Suede hit the block, then my bong gone missin' 

See, I'm 'bout to take me a trip to the other side of town 

And I'm goin' there to buy me a chicken 

Yeah, I got a nigga in the spot with a nine right now 

So, I'm goin' there to sell him a pigeon 

My pastor told me that the money is the root of all evil 

I said if it is, then I lose my religion 

If I had to be precise, tell you two things about life 

Niggas win everyday, niggas fail every night 

I say, "Now, Oprah got a billion dollars 

And you know what near her" 

Type of shit I tell myself while starin' in the mirror 

Mayonnaise jaw, straight drop, no whippin' 

Electric's off, everything's spoilin' in the fridge 

I ain't bathed in a week, house smellin' like pickles 

Street showin' no business, still gettin' to the business 

Safety pin the zip, break it down, sell nickels 

Had to ball him out of jail, blew the money on the bail 

Went flat, bounced back from a 30-cent flipper 

I don't even know a nigga livin' how I'm livin' 

I don't even know how many times I've been to prison 

Shit get gangsta, we call Hot Beezle 

Bought two things at the third, I wanna appease you 

Two-fifty-two on the scale, that's a nina 

Eighteen zaps, five hundred-four grams 

Add an extra gram when you weigh it with the bag 

Real trap talk, keep it real, don't believe you 

When you get out of line, swear to God, I'm a leave you 

Dicks cut the water 'fore they kick a nigga door 

Tried to flush it down the toilet but the dope just float 

Tear gas from the cannon 

Everybody scramblin', but I ain't never panic 

Double homicide, broad day, that's my jacket 

Tried to bird feed, cut throat on my jacket 

And I take change, I'm a serve when they askin' 

Come from out of town, I'm a taste, no relaxin' 

(Wolf Howling) 

California: It's okay, Daddy, I'm not scared 

Game: I know, baby, the rest of the world is 

You ready to go home? 

California: Yes, Daddy 

Game: Let's go 

Okay