BLVK TAR lyrics

[Verse 1: Sean Price]
P! Yo
God is the greatest, we could never be friends
The Lord is my shepherd, my vest is sheepskin
Cannon bark, hammer spark, open casket
bast*rd dressed like Shannon Sharpe, uh
P hardly shoot, I'm well loved, I tell thugs to do things for loot
Boss in the hood, don't get lost in the hood
Break North, my n*ggas take off with your goods
Heat in your space, hot shots seeking a place to rest at
Sket clap, extract meat off your face, P!
A quarter ounce of shake in the 'ville get you killed
Grilled as porterhouse steak
Black n*gga with the Eagle, evil
Jack Tripper at the Regal Beagle
The 9 convince you
To take off your Nikes and like cement shoes
P

[Interlude]
"Yes I understand..."
"Let me tell you somethin' right now: you work for me! Only me, not yourself! You do what I say! Snort that line... snort the f*ckin' line!"
*Snort*
"The other one."
*Snort*
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Phenomenal whipping, we hopped in the Benzes
Let's chop in the kitchen, go shopping at Lenox
Lord rocking some Moschino vintage, we did it
The Izod gator on the waiter, push the Cayennes in France (Skrt)
MAC-10's on me, who wanna dance?
Clip hangin' down the Pucci pant leg
My sh*t is legendary, stylin' majority
The .44 Bulldog belong in your mouth, your sh*t get blown off
10 Deep rocking 10 Deep; officially, the flyest n*gga I know is me
Oliver Peoples at the Eagle said he looking for Roberto
The Maybach was Merlot
Tommy Hill still had the steel on him
When Bishop shot Steel. my Richard Mille time stood still, ill
Tom Ford all black, I'm in a f*ck n*gga bushes
Thousand boxes of baking soda for the cookers
Yayo residue on my resume
Ayo Keke, take these five bricks on Desiree
Weighed up, souffle-ing the yay straight up
Black tar stars, papi on the call log

[Outro: Westside Gunn]
Sir Lord West
Legendary sh*t
I only f*ck with legends, Lord