painted black (Painted black) Paint it, paint it, paint it, paint it black, yeah (Painted black) Paint it, paint it, paint it, paint it black, yeah (Painted black) Paint it, paint it
painted black Paint it, paint it, paint it, paint it black Paint it, paint it, paint it, paint it black Paint it, paint it, paint it, paint it black Paint it, paint
it has been painted black Paint it, paint it, paint it black Paint it, paint it, paint it black Paint it, paint it, paint it black Paint it, paint it, paint it
At time it seems like the road is never gonna end On this road there's a lotta, hills and mountains Peaks and valleys Even a lot of potholes on this road It's
mama 2 st0p callin my bl0win up my ph0ne when u aint h0me lay y0 bed lay y0 ph0ne pocket full 0f green black lac wit tha lapt0p screen yea i g0t it in
don't talk it, I live it, cause I'm the first one that did it [Verse 3 - Pusha T] Lookin for a coward - well it's not in here Under the BBC, this heart
a hustle is a hustle and a meal is a meal That's why I'm real and I ain't afraid to steal Straight from the street, backed up by a funky beat If you don
on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G Walk through 8 Mile, G-Unit's on my feet Got a
P.O.'s play Thinkin' we all get our money the ?Carlito's Way? Charles Manson can kill and live to see another day But if you're black like Tookie they
jeans This look, like it might be a job for Mr. Clean You all bootleggin' *** you?s a knock off, a imitation Local ass kingpin *** wit a limitation
paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass
seed and the black woman It's yourz Double L P from Wu-Tang Clan It's yourz! It's yourz! It's yourz! It's yourz! Check out my beaver, baby blue glock
-J-K-L-M-N-O-P Q-R-S T-U-V W-X Y and Z Oh how happy I will be once I teach you the kinky A-B-C A-B-C You and me A-B-C You and me A-B-C (A-B-C)
jealous, it's all your fault What's up, punk? You was jealous, it's all your fault Pretty soon it's a homie you're grievin' You was jealous, it's all
