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[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 past the pavement We be wildin' on the corner... We rep the hardest [Verse 1] 1970, I was sent through a heavenly Spirit and I've been dead-e-ly As far back as my memory Can record the power of God was sent to me They gon have to mention me among the best eventually Pitch Black's the group of the century I ain't tryin to see death, disease or the penitentiary When the smoke screens fade, the charade's played Nothing remains but the foundation we layed is real Destroy and build, my feelings kill or be killed Play around, we spraying rounds, I lay you down No doubt you dont know what it's about You think you spitting game but the game spit you out So you ain't innovating you're regurgitating Poisonous thoughts, doing dirty work for Satan I leave you so scarred, your corpse rock hard Your arms are too short to box with God And it's all real [Chorus (Scratched)] Pitch Black, all my real niggaz Underground past the pavement We be wildin' on the corner freestylin' It's a fact that I'm dope Realize it's all real Pitch Black, all my real niggaz Underground past the pavement We be wildin' on the corner... We rep the hardest Realize it's... [Verse 2] Weed grammar, coke manners, dope slander, hold hammers Don't provoke the hand that'll choke your man up yo Grinding for hours cause hope is for cowards Trying to make more dough than flour Foes notice the power Competition and opposition get knocked out of position We living like we ain't got a pot to piss in 'Nuff flows to touch souls Too tough to fold, too hot to hold, stop, pop, and go This our pie to go, our time to roll Out of the cold, into our zone, leave us alone, yo The difference between winning and losing is picking and choosing Your enemies, your friends to be, and who your crew is Let's get it together no matter the weather Fuck haters nothing can break us as long as we makin this chedder We ballin' like Lakers, we movers and shakers No one can do it how we do it, showing and proving My crew's the greatest [Chorus] It's all real Pitch Black, all my real niggaz Underground past the pavement We be wildin' on the corner freestylin' It's a fact that I'm dope Realize it's all real Pitch Black, all my real niggaz Underground past the pavement We be wildin' on the corner... We rep the hardest Realize it's... [Verse 3] Hey yo, with every step I take I move to build I'm a quarter through life and I've yet to fullfill my will Sometimes I feel like I'm my own worst enemy I make things harder when it's really elementary I've got soul in my heart and dirt on my hands 'Dro in my pants, love for my mans and love for these grams Got fam to feed and laws to lay Guns to spray, blocks of hate, and workers to pay Dog I never burn a bridge unless I never wanna cross it I'm really a cool nigga so these hands don't force 'em I love this rap shit just bend the tracks I'm awesome Love to toss bitches and fantasize of foursomes I say what I mean, and mean what I say Fast and D.G., repping for B.K We do this the Pitch Black way Today's the tomorrow that you should've feared yesterday And it's all real [Chorus until end] |
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(feat. Foxy Brown)
[GOD] Pitch Black nigga [Foxy Brown] Brooklyn Stand up, young, prim what up baby, pitch black motherfucker [GOD] Lil homie where you at [Foxy Brown] Fox five [GOD] In my trunk got the sewed off shotty, paul shivy Living room look like the world shy a lobby Only got coupes, I don't like dudes behind me Right beside me is the clutch and a mommy A new york nigga like gida and giyombi Got more niggaz then ghandi, thats grimmy Now try me, with a spot of cuban, where you can't find me Im quicker then the blink, a clock can't time me I got the feds eyeing me, cause my music moving like blow Cause rap feinds buy me, when you hear me, rewind me Cause imma set the booth on fire till I'm fucking ninty [Foxy Brown] Live from D and D its your youngin FB Big gun cocked fox and I'm running through the spot, nigga Bear brah and we reppin The K, pitch black, young brown in the chrome SK, nigga Eye fox AKA black child, watch fever hit the spot, and spread like small pox, whoa Ass fat, pussy hot, I keep my little glock pump cocked, ill kill your ass clock Me and Prim the unbeatable team, fox five cock sucker respect me in this bitch When I come through bitchs gotta bow to the king bitch of rap, cock sucker I'm back [Chorus] Pitch black got it locked for sure, Tuck your chains and lock your doors (Its on with the squad come get some nigga) (know a brother stay mad hungry) Pitch black got it locked for sure, Tuck your chains and lock your doors (Its about to go down) (don't stop don't quit) [Zakee] Yo I got courage, my fam call me johnny bravo You a snitch nigga like donny brasco Your rap from the back with a dirty rasco My fam sell weight, wholesale like castco Its desire and I fear no man Y'all niggaz walk through the valley of death and hold hands Ive been through it, my hormones don't sacret fair fluids Trip niggaz your face turn blueish Mouth get dry, eyes turn wide, might as well kneel down and cry chump wheres your pride Success is mesuared respect, all killers ain't rich but they all got a rep nigga [Devious] My money is funny my change is strange my credit ain't gonna cut so I back out ?debts? Devoius black seal spit murder dub ill If I don't feed my duaghter karin, then who the fuck will I don't trust bitches as far as I can throw em Niggaz think they know D but they don't really know em Gun em down and throw em I'm just keepin it basic Put em in the basement, jim start face-lift Death is in the air I can taste it, but I'm stuck in my ways, I gotta get paid today D do it nothing to it, nigga don't act stupid When it comes to the street shit, I am the truist [Chorus] Pitch black got it locked for sure, Tuck your chains and lock your doors (Its on with the squad come get some nigga) (know a brother stay mad hungry) Pitch black got it locked for sure, Tuck your chains and lock your doors (Its about to go down) (don't stop don't quit) Pitch black got it locked for sure, Tuck your chains and lock your doors (Its on with the squad come get some nigga) (know a brother stay mad hungry) Pitch black got it locked for sure, Tuck your chains and lock your doors (Its about to go down) (don't stop don't quit) |
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I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high
I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory HIGH on your memory... I get high - high - high - high (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (Every night) I get high - high - high - high (All the time) High-ighhhhhhh... (*laughing*) Everyday I need an ounce and a half S.P.; the only flower that you know, with a bounce in a half Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash So I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave I get, high cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around It take a blunt, just to ease the pain that humbled me now (whew) And I'd rather roll somethin up; cause if I'm sober dawg I just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin up I get high as a kite; I'm in the zone all alone motherfucker case I'm dyin tonight (it happen tonight) So I roll 'em up, back to back, fat as I could (uh-huh) You got beef with Styles P, I come to splatter the hood I get high - high - high - high (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (Every night) I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory (All the time) HIGH on your memory... (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (Every night) I get high - high - high - high (All the time) I get high - high - high - high (*laughing*) High-ighhhhhhh... Aiyyo I smoke like a chim-in-ney {*inhaling*} Matter fact I, smoke like a gun, when a killer see his enemy I smoke like Bob Marley did; add to that that I smoke like the hippies did, back in the 70's Spit with the finishin touch - get this, that I'ma finish you before I finish the dutch I get high like the birds and the planes I get high when, bullets hit faces after words exchanged I get a rush, off the blood on the walls, you understand? Like the, M-5 pedal, when it's touchin the floor I get high cause fuck it, what's better to do? And I'ma never give a fuck (that's right) cause I'm better than you I get high - high - high - high (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (Every night) I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory (All the time) HIGH on your memory... (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (Every night) I get high - high - high - high (All the time) I get high - high - high - high (*laughing*) High-ighhhhhhh... I'ma smoke 'til my lungs collapse; I'm from a era where niggaz cause terror over guns and crack Where a doller bill is powerful; I smoke weed cause time seem precious, and I, know what a hour do (I know dat) High for a livin, gots ta, ride for a livin With my, real gangsta niggaz that'll die for a livin (die my niggaz) Shit I get as high as I could; cause if you see things like I see things, that I'ma die in the hood (right there) Motherfucker understand it's full service to you I don't smoke the weed if it ain't, purple or blue And you could name any rapper, if you want he could die (anybody) This is S.P., dump it in you bitch, I get high I get high - high - high - high (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (Every night) I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory (All the time) HIGH on your memory... (Every day) I get high - high - high - high (I am the Ghost) I get high - high - high - high (Float with me) I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory I get HIGH on your memory (I get high like birds to planes) I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory" I get HIGH on your memory (I get high like, smokin dubs to the head) I get high - high - high - high High-ighhhhhhh... ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MC LEOD, MARILYN/SAWYER, PAMELA JOAN/STYLES, DAVID Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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