Black Coal - Type of Party

Please stop, won't stop
No, you niggers can't stop

More money than a motherfucking ebony
I swear these people dying over what they never saw
Until the day them televisions start to tell the truth
Then no, no, no hope, WE FOREVER LOST
Body bags if you go against these petty laws
Though he had 'em but the gate has got them in a swamp
I guess he pay the COST TO BE THE BOSS
And got whacked, now the sequel's off
Ain't too many that last so long with the clipping
Be acting calm and collect, better be careful
Vietnam, you can lose an arm and a leg
Know the MO, they say he was part of the set
If you doing dirty you know it, you'll be cut up in that
Lower class swans, my niggers bought up in that
Stayed there like a bum and it's all because I WAS BLACK
Had to put up with a tongue??
Wise guy but I ain't joking, don't get shot, Maurice top, high voltage
Go gold round me, I'm totting, every fucking song worth quoting
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A piece of dirt that's being swept under the rug
And because I'm my own man, lame nigger??
Something about the flow sounding like Bazookas
Why I'm out of breath it's 'cause I'm busting on those hookahs
Still the SAME CREW, we ain't doing no recruiting
Black Coal ??
Tell them that I'm here
You're so wise

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