[Intro scratches by DJ Premier] Pitch Black Realize it's all real Who wanna fuck with this? Realize it's all real Pitch Black, all my real niggaz Underground
teeth. The night is pitch black, come an' make my Pale face fit into place, ah, please! Let me know, babe, I got to know, babe, If it's you my lifelines
Bone) Why they want to look like, dress like, sound like? (It's the Thuggish Ruggish!) It's the critical, criminal, non-subliminal. Set it off, let it
And cracked my back, left it blue and black (Man don't give me that, just keep it real, come on, it's Class) No man, this massive motherfucker woke me
one in my city got a pocket like drizzy I can rock fendi jeans cause my credit card skinny It's pitch black and covers all incidental And ms. wrong sorry
raw, nigga that's really weight While my workers foldin, now that's really cake Give it right back to 'em, watch it regenerate I'm a degenerate black
all my peoples, get all my peoples headphones All of em Lay em a death warrant Aaaah, yo, show it off, kid, show em, what, what Let em have it, bust it
learn? The '90s are my turn To pitch a vocal fit, like the ultimate Gangster rhyme, yo, I invented the shit! Watch me dod it, as I do it And I do it
goose, pump pump shoot, shoot lets get down it may seem petty, but we all turn mean deadly for green-fetti, my whole team ready [HOOK:] To all my hustlers
seeds that's creed you don't know about it, full clip how I go about it, full body, hard body, I'm like ya'll got it yet [CHORUS] [Cam'Ron:] SpokenKilla
can spit that style My nigga I spit it I did it Now suckas need to quit it 'Cause it's real Chorus Verse 3: Big Boi Well it's that nigga that be wearing
it's lessons Black princess it's a ugly world I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl Could you believe even my shadow's jealous My skin is mad
be rich You gets none with that fagoty pitch Imma ex poppin' shroom droppin' rock and roll star You's a no coppin' ho stalkin' drunk and a old fart it's
real niggaz and all the bad bitches I'm a known drug dealer I always have 50's And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit me SS'S on 26's watchin
BLACK on BLACK Bently,call it Phatom of Tha Opera Lemon Lime drop top i call it a Sprite when i pull out tha garage,you can call it a nite [Chorus
the streets At home he's mama's little angel I'm the opposite of Nas Nefarious, X-Raided I'm hell's son Till God's kingdom or hell comes I'll drop bombs
All Of Yours Put Togther Im Good Forever Im Reppin My Hood Weneva Were Eva How Eva U Want It Ill Mail It Homie Hide It An Kettles Over Da Stoves In
the levers, upon all the apparatus. And you've got to make it stop! And you've got to indicate to the people, run in to the people on it. And unless you
