[Intro: D.L. Hughley {Gino}(Doc Doom) {Sandman}]
So the other day
I'm listenin' to the radio and sh*t
And I'm hearin' these
Black Kneez-ights
These muthaf*ckas 'sposed to be
From the
West Coast and sh*t
(You hearin' the Knights homeboy, Black Knights)
But I ain't hear no
West Coast
In they sh*t, man
These n*ggas sounded like
East Coast this, East Coast that
(They from Long Beach, man, what you talkin' about)
East Coast this
Man, them n*ggas is talkin' bout
Dun-dun, and God-God
And yo-this, yo-that (This is the sh*t, man)
Them
n*ggas ain't no killas
n*gga Them n*ggas is f*ckin' East Coast di*k riders (f*ck this n*gga, man)
I know the n*ggas personally {I know the n*ggas too} (Black Knights n*gga)
Man who the f*ck is you talkin' about
I'm Gino, n*gga, and Gino know
(f*ck Gino, n*gga) You ain't know that (n*gga, tell 'em to smack)
(f*ck you n*gga!)
--beat kicks in--
[Intro: Doc Doom]
Bang that sh*t n*gga
f*ck you
b*tch ass n*ggas talkin' that bullsh*t
From the side of ya necks and sh*t
f*ck ya'll n*ggas
Real West Coast, n*gga, right here n*gga
Muthaf*ckin' real, n*gga
Straight up, Killa Bee Gang
n*gga, gangstas, bank ya, shank ya
Take ya muthaf*ckin' cash
Muthaf*ckin' b*tch
Take all ya muthaf*ckin' stash, it's real
n*gga
Black Knights get ya cap
Peeled n*gga
Act like ya heard, n*gga, it's real
n*gga
Check the sh*t out n*gga
Yo, yo, aiyo
[Doc Doom]
I spit yae
My lyrics keep k's and dodge cops
Alone
I'm like Capone movin' weight on ya block
We keep Glocks c*cked
Lit daily
Hop Chevy's and smoke heavy
Every night
We got b*tches shakin' ass in the telly
Drunk off Bailey's, we the sh*t
So f*ck what ya tell me
I ain't tryin' to hear that bullsh*t
You tryin' to sell me
On the low, like you n*ggas don't sound West Coast
But it sounds to me
Like you n*ggas gossip like hoes
All on our di*k, knowin' nobody could f*ck wit this
Rappin' or scrappin', blastin' or jackin'
Who want action
At the vet who haven't lost his step yet
Place ya bets
I've been doin' this sh*t before
Quiet on the Set
I'm violent wit a Tec
Don't make me make these hollow heads eject
Murder on cassette
Black Knights
We haven't met our match yet
[Warcloud]
Chopped off fingers
Seen you movin' for the jackpot
All Holocaust
I'm met up wit him in the crack spots
Branches and skulls
Straight razor lyrics
California
Guns and begonias, burns you like ammonia
West Coast junkyard convict from darkness
Roll wit the heartless, murder you like an ar'ist
Mean man hollow
The man who pain'ted flowers
String bloody teeth, then knock you over the towers
Medieval cathedral
Dance out with the skeletons
Iron neck veteran, heard of dead elephants
Trampled through ya grave site
Fungus in ya ear hole
Blackboard jungle
Humble, but watch my spear blow
Wu-Tang Clan, warriors on the hillside
Murder any M.C. sittin', dinin' wit the swells
Pearl handle cougar knife
Baby pist' revolvers
Shoot my way out
And dead bodies clog the doorway
A la carte, more vay
I rhyme the best charm
Huffin' on a blunt, wit an anaconda for left arm
[Chorus 2X: Doc Doom]
Who got that real sh*t
n*ggas blast too
b*tches shake that ass too
Hit you up wit they set, when they pass through
Black Knights
Got that hot sh*t, got ya hooker topless
In the c*ckpit of my drop six
Who got that real sh*t
n*ggas blast too
b*tches shake that ass too
Hit you up wit they set, when they pass through
Black Knights
Got that hot sh*t, got ya hooker topless
In the c*ckpit of my drop six
[Crisis]
The committee
Control and patrol the inner city
Off Henny, Remi and Phillies, smack sadiddy b*tch silly
You feel me?
Heat holders, street patrollers
Cannabis leaf rollers
We control this
Had the baddest b*tch deep throat us
In public
She do it just because we Wu-Tang published
They love it
Bust a nut and don't think nothin' of it
Corrupted in the slums
Where the average hustle for crumbs
Bustin' they guns, we lustin' for funds
[RuggedMonk]
Dodgin' dumb-dumbs
Murder for fun, who want some
Of the Killa Bee Gang
Bangin' Six Mill beats
We spit hotter than the summer heat
Mid July
Always stay high
Stay low, smoke gray Khaki's
Blue di*kie coats
Chokin' on that Andy smoke
The Knights the antidote... prescription
[Crisis]
Description
Bald, Fades and Braids
Undercover hit-men
Raised in this sh*t
Like a religion
Average, where ya livin'?
The unforgiven
Hold ya own, never move ya pivot
n*ggas is innocent as infants
Don't know nothin' about thuggin', Bloodin' or Crippin'
Street rats
Blow off ya knee caps for street scraps
In my hood
We all perform magic, cheat death
Take a deep breath
Lace up ya boots, c*ck and shoot
Let it penetrate
Just a little way gangstas communicate
[RuggedMonk]
Who to SAY?
The Knights ain't sh*t, n*ggas get blew away
It's obvious
We too much, f*ck the such and such
Ya click ain't rough
Tough, low down or dangerous
{Enough}
So save the extras, we smoke blunts laced wit textures
Of high explosive
Take two, and can't focused
Pass it around, let it rotate
That's on the eight
We lockin' down cities, and sewin' up states
[Chorus 2X]
Who got that real sh*t
n*ggas blast too
b*tches shake that ass too
Hit you up wit they set, when they pass through
Black Knights
Got that hot sh*t, got ya hooker topless
In the c*ckpit of my drop six
Who got that real sh*t
n*ggas blast too
b*tches shake that ass too
Hit you up wit they set, when they pass through
Black Knights
Got that hot sh*t, got ya hooker topless
In the c*ckpit of my drop six
[Outro: Doc Doom]
Muthaf*ckin' Black Knights
Black Tec's
All my n*ggas on deck
O-line
n*gga f*ck ya'll we be throwin' up mine
Gang signs
n*gga, Killa Bee Gang
f*ck where you from, f*ck ya hood that you claim
We bang, all day, all night
Where I'm from?
Black muthaf*ckin' Knights, n*gga
Straight up
West Coast, K.B.G., Killa Bee Gang
Thought you knew
Now you know, whose
Stepped in the door, slappin' whores
Ya n*ggas know me, n*ggas gives a f*ck
Doc Doom
Muthaf*ckin' Black Knight Platoon
Gangstas, don't give a f*ck
Bank ya
Take ya cash out ya di*kies, street's risky
Heh
Ya n*ggas know you can't get with me, simply