torn, Their eyes closed to a gathering storm. They met when they could at the edge of town, In the creeping hours after night was down. The black gates
lovers torn, Their eyes closed to a gathering storm. They met when they could at the edge of town, In the creeping hours after night was down. The black gates
{You sang beautifully just now I sang for him, and he isn't here} It's going down man, word man Sup black? Niggaz is fuckin' around my gate man Word
this for you to dance to?" The man with the plan and the man demands you Leave the smack and the crack for the whack Or the vile and the nine, keep
-o seven two fourteen and two await I'm gettin' blunted out with them niggas in the fuckin' gate I got on my all black steady walkin' up inferred Under my black
from across seas Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine Ch-chick-pow! Move from the gate now Cash
mo' bitches What a nigga need? No foes and no snitches How a nigga live? High speed on the grind And how a nigga die? Getting shot by my nine What a
I'll call geisha felatio deeds Like fertilizer bombs packed in air tower compartment docks Sticky fuck revolution shot - send all complaints to rupert murdoch I'll black
across seas Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now [Chorus:
now] [ I sang for him, and he isn't here] *birds craw and cackle* It's going down man, word man Sup black? Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man Word
I'm rollin' in a Nine-Oh van. California, that's my plan Got memories Mix-A-Lot left in limbo, first stop Sacremento Here we go, hit a club called Bentleys
make a livin Fuck the police and judge brennan 'cause I ain't givin in I'm cops so say the notorious killa Last seen in the hilla in a black vigga Smokin
a minute That's the price of the game when you in it Your freedom get strippin away These niggas came through my hood with the nines My man black hit
they stop with the plan they plots Got to stop for my gate With (? ) of break Marked niggas caught in, they try to win and get sprayed Rip the gates Go
bounces Planted on the ground and this fool skyrockets Got a nigga hot enough to want to shake his pockets [all that shit] Roll like biggie, nigga, two glock nines
hurt so bad she couldn't cry He packed his things, walked out the door and drove away And she became the girl from yesterday He took a plane
across seas Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now Chorus: