[Intro: Black Fortune]
We puttin' that work in here
Hah
Riding 'round in that Kompressor with my lil' bro Good Intent, ayy
Damn
[Chorus: Black Fortune]
I stick with a bandana, what's the issue?
I pop Percs, Xans, and pistols
You a schoolboy, I got you early dismissal
Go to the Middle East to cop a missile
Swap that four-five for a pistol
With two redbones, Malcolm in the middle
He wan' know if I'm clutching, for shizzle, my nizzle
Plus I read n*ggas like the riddle
The plug finna front me a zone, I need it all bagged up
n*gga front his move, I get him toe-tagged up
Disappear with the work, I'm a ghost like Casper
b*tch, I'm high as a plane, I'm still jetlagging
n*ggas say I spit fire, I feel like a dragon
Lot of work in the carpet, I feel like Aladdin
I need two K's, I never f*ck with Madden
She a bad mamacita so I call her madam
[Verse 1: Black Fortune]
I pop more beans than Jack and the Beanstalk
I pull up on lil' whoadie, he in Treetop
b*tch suck di*k until she make my knees lock
The early bird get the worm, so I'm up off the Ewok
I bust down a G-shock
I ain't Jesus but the Percs make me C-walk
Touch mine and the coroners gon' need chalk
Pop turn you to ashes and leave socks
I ain't kicking the cup, b*tch, I sip Wock'
You n*ggas is sweeter than a Pop-Tart
Lil' singin' ass b*tch, hit the pop charts
When I jumped in that water, I an't have no choice but to be a shark
f*ck n*gga, I'll pull your guns and gang sh*t
My daddy said watch who you hang with
All these other motherf*ckers don't be on the same sh*t
Grab the cutter or start bustin' if n*ggas start changing
[Chorus: Black Fortune]
I stick with a bandana, what's the issue?
I pop Percs, Xans, and pistols
You a schoolboy, I got you early dismissal
Go to the Middle East to cop a missile
Swap that four-five for a pistol
With two redbones, Malcolm in the middle
He wan' know if I'm clutching, for shizzle, my nizzle
Plus I read n*ggas like the riddle
The plug finna front me a zone, I need it all bagged up
n*gga front his move, I get him toe-tagged up
Disappear with the work, I'm a ghost like Casper
b*tch, I'm high as a plane, I'm still jetlagging
n*ggas say I spit fire, I feel like a dragon
Lot of work in the carpet, I feel like Aladdin
I need two K's, I never f*ck with Madden
She a bad mamacita so I call her madam
[Verse 2: Black Fortune]
In school, I was putting that blade in my tube sock
My daddy found my QP in my shoebox
n*ggas put me on death row, b*tch, I'm 2Pac
And I stopped sipping Hi-C in my juicebox
These hoes wan' get with the Osshwop
They wan' hop on the wave, I know it's a cool bop
Oogle-snoogle with the Ooh and the Ooh-Pac
I oog up the whole snoog-up, now the Ossh on a new block
And you won't get it, but gang will
This sh*t feel worse than a hangnail
Can't see the bullsh*t but I read braille
Crack his head like a seashell
Then go to the hospital and hold his hand and tell him to get well
I'm a slimy young man, I'm a slimy young heathen
Relapse, pop Percs, still fighting my demons
I was selling you fake Xans, I mislead 'em
I ain't giving you time to wear it, I'm mischievous
[Chorus: Black Fortune]
I stick with a bandana, what's the issue?
I pop Percs, Xans, and pistols
You a schoolboy, I got you early dismissal
Go to the Middle East to cop a missile
Swap that four-five for a pistol
With two redbones, Malcolm in the middle
He wan' know if I'm clutching, for shizzle, my nizzle
Plus I read n*ggas like the riddle
The plug finna front me a zone, I need it all bagged up
n*gga front his move, I get him toe-tagged up
Disappear with the work, I'm a ghost like Casper
b*tch, I'm high as a plane, I'm still jetlagging
n*ggas say I spit fire, I feel like a dragon
Lot of work in the carpet, I feel like Aladdin
I need two K's, I never f*ck with Madden
She a bad mamacita so I call her madam
[Verse 3: Hunnit]
You know n*ggas gettin' ran through with no issue
Terk got the scope on the top of the pistol
You can get put on a shirt, ain't no issue
We got the work for the low, ain't no issue
All my n*ggas gangbang, throw they sets high
Bounty hunters rep the set, de
Ugly b*tch look like a reptile
Ain't got the nerds on me to rap hard
I need a bad b*tch, not a mad b*tch
pus*y go for like mad jig
Beat her twenty-one times, I'm a savage
Go'n poke it out so I can grab it, ooh-wee
In my hood, they see a chain, they gon' grab it, ooh-wee
We don't really mean this sh*t, it's out of habit, we want beef
[Chorus: Black Fortune]
I stick with a bandana, what's the issue?
I pop Percs, Xans, and pistols
You a schoolboy, I got you early dismissal
Go to the Middle East to cop a missile
Swap that four-five for a pistol
With two redbones, Malcolm in the middle
He wan' know if I'm clutching, for shizzle, my nizzle
Plus I read n*ggas like the riddle
The plug finna front me a zone, I need it all bagged up
n*gga front his move, I get him toe-tagged up
Disappear with the work, I'm a ghost like Casper
b*tch, I'm high as a plane, I'm still jetlagging
n*ggas say I spit fire, I feel like a dragon
Lot of work in the carpet, I feel like Aladdin
I need two K's, I never f*ck with Madden
She a bad mamacita so I call her madam