Black Out Lyrics - Adrian Younge Presents Twelve Reasons To Die Ii - Ghostface Killah

Yo, Ayo, These duffel bag niggas is lame hoes, I Flame those 

Your papa should have left you as stain on clothes 

I rock heavy metal, 18 carats or better 

Blue Steel or Beretta, I'mma stack that Feta 

Guacamole, My shit is fat, I call it Roly Poly 

Niggas is screamin' like, Damn Ghost holy moly 

The baddest bitch is walkin' two steps behind me 

Cause the gods robes flaring out, Shit I don't care about 

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

Dumpin', bullets be hop skip an' a jumpin' 

With the automatic shotgun, hand on the pumpin' 

Dum, dum, watch your whole body flop 

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

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

Niggas better cover they face or get slashed 

Or see me an' ya Granny in the yard gettin' trashed 

Ayo back out, Give em the whole thing, Black out 

Squeeze until it spring break nigga, Black out 

You run out of bullets then swing nigga, Black out 

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

Black out, Give em the whole thing, Black out 

Squeeze until it spring break nigga, Black out 

You run out of bullets then swing nigga, Black out 

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

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