Black Mozart
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π ID: 9359870
π Lyrics
*sounds of fighting*
Stupid fool, you're forcing me to kill you!
Yeah, you know how it go
Fresh from the stationary hall of justice
Real rhyming, real movement, real life
Word up, we just chilling, ten bottles of Crug' on the wall
Youknowhatimsaying? Straight up, for real
Yo, RZA, talk to these niggas, man, let's go, man, for real
Yo, Rah, what up? Let's go, yeah, gangsta shit, groovy shit
Raw shit, secret indictment shit, yeah
Secret indictments, be careful, niggas
For real, let's go
You better get that money, no matter, what you do
You gotta get that money, and represent your crew
And keep it true
As reaper stay sprayed, still niggas is smoked
Four in his pocket, a diamoned up chain and some coke
Champion hood, the goodies in a brown bag, by the radiator
Near the cookies and the bundles of dope
Fishscalers, I live in elevators and gross
All this paper, profit make her lay there and post
With them Adidas that Bruce wore, stay in the juice bar
All I know if you saw me, you thought I was broke
Black, yo, I been hustling since niggas was busting guns
And scuffling, and jumping niggas over some coats
We play the S&S rooftop, Latin Quarter, Polo popes
Who hung out with all the Eighthers and GOAT's
Yo RZA, you crazy man
This that Black Mozart shit, right here
Yo, I used to scramble hard, radio strapped, to the handlebars
Fifty deep, in the lobby large, rocking camouflage
Dark Caesar holding my nuts, played the building front
Fit the Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt
Just growing up, schooled by O.G.'s, holding O's and up
Daily new drama unfold, they popped 'em over, what?
It's so rough, nobody know him, so what?
Aiyo, the money's close by, homey, show me the stuff
Borough hopping, copping bricks, bags, burners and kicks
City slickers, circling the strip, working them tricks
Like friday night cruise in the Coupe, new valor suit
Fruit flavored kicks, taking flicks out in 40 Deuce
Farmer jeans, hammer swing, tucked in the loot
How they hit Miss Fisher, they was busting at suit
Up in 54, underground, parrot and Q
Made man with the grey shams, wrapping the boo
Stay flam, every day, fam, stacking my loot
Eighty grams in the cake, bam, packages flew
Sipping passion fruit, Alize, in back of the Ooh
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bighead, I thought I told ya
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders
Bighead, I thought I told ya
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Stupid fool, you're forcing me to kill you!
Yeah, you know how it go
Fresh from the stationary hall of justice
Real rhyming, real movement, real life
Word up, we just chilling, ten bottles of Crug' on the wall
Youknowhatimsaying? Straight up, for real
Yo, RZA, talk to these niggas, man, let's go, man, for real
Yo, Rah, what up? Let's go, yeah, gangsta shit, groovy shit
Raw shit, secret indictment shit, yeah
Secret indictments, be careful, niggas
For real, let's go
You better get that money, no matter, what you do
You gotta get that money, and represent your crew
And keep it true
As reaper stay sprayed, still niggas is smoked
Four in his pocket, a diamoned up chain and some coke
Champion hood, the goodies in a brown bag, by the radiator
Near the cookies and the bundles of dope
Fishscalers, I live in elevators and gross
All this paper, profit make her lay there and post
With them Adidas that Bruce wore, stay in the juice bar
All I know if you saw me, you thought I was broke
Black, yo, I been hustling since niggas was busting guns
And scuffling, and jumping niggas over some coats
We play the S&S rooftop, Latin Quarter, Polo popes
Who hung out with all the Eighthers and GOAT's
Yo RZA, you crazy man
This that Black Mozart shit, right here
Yo, I used to scramble hard, radio strapped, to the handlebars
Fifty deep, in the lobby large, rocking camouflage
Dark Caesar holding my nuts, played the building front
Fit the Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt
Just growing up, schooled by O.G.'s, holding O's and up
Daily new drama unfold, they popped 'em over, what?
It's so rough, nobody know him, so what?
Aiyo, the money's close by, homey, show me the stuff
Borough hopping, copping bricks, bags, burners and kicks
City slickers, circling the strip, working them tricks
Like friday night cruise in the Coupe, new valor suit
Fruit flavored kicks, taking flicks out in 40 Deuce
Farmer jeans, hammer swing, tucked in the loot
How they hit Miss Fisher, they was busting at suit
Up in 54, underground, parrot and Q
Made man with the grey shams, wrapping the boo
Stay flam, every day, fam, stacking my loot
Eighty grams in the cake, bam, packages flew
Sipping passion fruit, Alize, in back of the Ooh
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bighead, I thought I told ya
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders
Bighead, I thought I told ya
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.93] *sounds of fighting*
[00:04.14] Stupid fool, you're forcing me to kill you!
[00:05.47] Yeah, you know how it go
[00:10.75] Fresh from the stationary hall of justice
[00:13.09] Real rhyming, real movement, real life
[00:18.78] Word up, we just chilling, ten bottles of Crug' on the wall
[00:24.43] Youknowhatimsaying? Straight up, for real
[00:28.26] Yo, RZA, talk to these niggas, man, let's go, man, for real
[00:31.80] Yo, Rah, what up? Let's go, yeah, gangsta shit, groovy shit
[00:34.37] Raw shit, secret indictment shit, yeah
[00:43.38] Secret indictments, be careful, niggas
[00:50.91] For real, let's go
[00:54.77] You better get that money, no matter, what you do
[00:55.20] You gotta get that money, and represent your crew
[00:55.95] And keep it true
[00:56.64] As reaper stay sprayed, still niggas is smoked
[00:57.55] Four in his pocket, a diamoned up chain and some coke
[00:58.67] Champion hood, the goodies in a brown bag, by the radiator
[01:01.47] Near the cookies and the bundles of dope
[01:03.04] Fishscalers, I live in elevators and gross
[01:05.67] All this paper, profit make her lay there and post
[01:08.37] With them Adidas that Bruce wore, stay in the juice bar
[01:10.68] All I know if you saw me, you thought I was broke
[01:13.83] Black, yo, I been hustling since niggas was busting guns
[01:16.03] And scuffling, and jumping niggas over some coats
[01:18.88] We play the S&S rooftop, Latin Quarter, Polo popes
[01:21.26] Who hung out with all the Eighthers and GOAT's
[01:35.92] Yo RZA, you crazy man
[01:37.97] This that Black Mozart shit, right here
[01:41.72] Yo, I used to scramble hard, radio strapped, to the handlebars
[01:44.26] Fifty deep, in the lobby large, rocking camouflage
[01:46.70] Dark Caesar holding my nuts, played the building front
[01:49.47] Fit the Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt
[01:51.63] Just growing up, schooled by O.G.'s, holding O's and up
[01:54.16] Daily new drama unfold, they popped 'em over, what?
[01:56.86] It's so rough, nobody know him, so what?
[01:59.01] Aiyo, the money's close by, homey, show me the stuff
[02:01.69] Borough hopping, copping bricks, bags, burners and kicks
[02:04.23] City slickers, circling the strip, working them tricks
[02:07.02] Like friday night cruise in the Coupe, new valor suit
[02:09.97] Fruit flavored kicks, taking flicks out in 40 Deuce
[02:12.12] Farmer jeans, hammer swing, tucked in the loot
[02:14.44] How they hit Miss Fisher, they was busting at suit
[02:17.14] Up in 54, underground, parrot and Q
[02:19.63] Made man with the grey shams, wrapping the boo
[02:22.09] Stay flam, every day, fam, stacking my loot
[02:24.69] Eighty grams in the cake, bam, packages flew
[02:27.19] Sipping passion fruit, Alize, in back of the Ooh
[02:30.86] We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
[02:33.16] Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders
[02:35.23] We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
[02:38.14] Bighead, I thought I told ya
[02:40.84] We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
[02:43.22] Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders
[02:45.67] Bighead, I thought I told ya
[02:48.48] We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
[03:08.40]
[00:04.14] Stupid fool, you're forcing me to kill you!
[00:05.47] Yeah, you know how it go
[00:10.75] Fresh from the stationary hall of justice
[00:13.09] Real rhyming, real movement, real life
[00:18.78] Word up, we just chilling, ten bottles of Crug' on the wall
[00:24.43] Youknowhatimsaying? Straight up, for real
[00:28.26] Yo, RZA, talk to these niggas, man, let's go, man, for real
[00:31.80] Yo, Rah, what up? Let's go, yeah, gangsta shit, groovy shit
[00:34.37] Raw shit, secret indictment shit, yeah
[00:43.38] Secret indictments, be careful, niggas
[00:50.91] For real, let's go
[00:54.77] You better get that money, no matter, what you do
[00:55.20] You gotta get that money, and represent your crew
[00:55.95] And keep it true
[00:56.64] As reaper stay sprayed, still niggas is smoked
[00:57.55] Four in his pocket, a diamoned up chain and some coke
[00:58.67] Champion hood, the goodies in a brown bag, by the radiator
[01:01.47] Near the cookies and the bundles of dope
[01:03.04] Fishscalers, I live in elevators and gross
[01:05.67] All this paper, profit make her lay there and post
[01:08.37] With them Adidas that Bruce wore, stay in the juice bar
[01:10.68] All I know if you saw me, you thought I was broke
[01:13.83] Black, yo, I been hustling since niggas was busting guns
[01:16.03] And scuffling, and jumping niggas over some coats
[01:18.88] We play the S&S rooftop, Latin Quarter, Polo popes
[01:21.26] Who hung out with all the Eighthers and GOAT's
[01:35.92] Yo RZA, you crazy man
[01:37.97] This that Black Mozart shit, right here
[01:41.72] Yo, I used to scramble hard, radio strapped, to the handlebars
[01:44.26] Fifty deep, in the lobby large, rocking camouflage
[01:46.70] Dark Caesar holding my nuts, played the building front
[01:49.47] Fit the Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt
[01:51.63] Just growing up, schooled by O.G.'s, holding O's and up
[01:54.16] Daily new drama unfold, they popped 'em over, what?
[01:56.86] It's so rough, nobody know him, so what?
[01:59.01] Aiyo, the money's close by, homey, show me the stuff
[02:01.69] Borough hopping, copping bricks, bags, burners and kicks
[02:04.23] City slickers, circling the strip, working them tricks
[02:07.02] Like friday night cruise in the Coupe, new valor suit
[02:09.97] Fruit flavored kicks, taking flicks out in 40 Deuce
[02:12.12] Farmer jeans, hammer swing, tucked in the loot
[02:14.44] How they hit Miss Fisher, they was busting at suit
[02:17.14] Up in 54, underground, parrot and Q
[02:19.63] Made man with the grey shams, wrapping the boo
[02:22.09] Stay flam, every day, fam, stacking my loot
[02:24.69] Eighty grams in the cake, bam, packages flew
[02:27.19] Sipping passion fruit, Alize, in back of the Ooh
[02:30.86] We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
[02:33.16] Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders
[02:35.23] We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
[02:38.14] Bighead, I thought I told ya
[02:40.84] We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
[02:43.22] Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders
[02:45.67] Bighead, I thought I told ya
[02:48.48] We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
[03:08.40]