Random Axe, Fat Ray - Black Ops lyrics
[Random Axe, Fat Ray - Black Ops lyrics]
Get the hardware, take it to the enemy
The hard heads all here, man the artillery
Niggas go to war for their liberty
Black ops, arms and abilities
Get the hardware, take it to the enemy
The hard heads all here, man the artillery
Niggas go to war for their liberty
Black ops, arms and abilities
I'll turn your favorite artist to a mural
Put papes on it, with his birthday
A dash, and today's date on it
I didn't know I was confusing you, shit
We gotta eat, even murder
These a musical this, this
This isn't for the weak hearted
You're who the streets target
With the tattle team, so we hurt one
Put them in the hospital
Get them all together
And then the whole waiting
Room is getting magazines splatter dreams
Attitude is like gimme money and
A bag of green
I'm blowing smoke signals at an Indian broad
I told her I'm unemployed please
Give me a job
This grade A potent and grade A smoke
I'm loving it
RA wrote the grade A dope for hustling
And where we from and where P from
It's guaranteed cats in the hood
Is gon' fuck with it
Get the hardware, take it to the enemy
The hard heads all here, man the artillery
Niggas go to war for their liberty
Black ops, arms and abilities
Question, why you hem your jeans
Y'all niggas looking like Ben Vereen
Don't get rocked, pa, Benjamin Grimm
With a nine double m on the scene
Fuck around and make your Timberlands swim
Drown nigga fucking clown nigga
313 and Buck is the town, nigga
I'm Sean, King of the Apes
You prawn, king of the shrimps
Funny style, limp wristed son of a bitch
This nigga put fingers on this trigger
One or two pulls, this nigga is disfigured
I'm a good father but I really be illing
Colt 45 on my side, no Billy Dee Williams
Around blocks niggas like where the work at
Behind you
Right on the corner in the jaw of a minor
Your whole crew is pussy and very vagina
Promise to bust your snotbox
Whenever I find you, p
Get the hardware, take it to the enemy
The hard heads all here, man the artillery
Niggas go to war for their liberty
Black ops, arms and abilities
The hard heads all here, man the artillery
Niggas go to war for their liberty
Black ops, arms and abilities
Get the hardware, take it to the enemy
The hard heads all here, man the artillery
Niggas go to war for their liberty
Black ops, arms and abilities
I'll turn your favorite artist to a mural
Put papes on it, with his birthday
A dash, and today's date on it
I didn't know I was confusing you, shit
We gotta eat, even murder
These a musical this, this
This isn't for the weak hearted
You're who the streets target
With the tattle team, so we hurt one
Put them in the hospital
Get them all together
And then the whole waiting
Room is getting magazines splatter dreams
Attitude is like gimme money and
A bag of green
I'm blowing smoke signals at an Indian broad
I told her I'm unemployed please
Give me a job
This grade A potent and grade A smoke
I'm loving it
RA wrote the grade A dope for hustling
And where we from and where P from
It's guaranteed cats in the hood
Is gon' fuck with it
Get the hardware, take it to the enemy
The hard heads all here, man the artillery
Niggas go to war for their liberty
Black ops, arms and abilities
Question, why you hem your jeans
Y'all niggas looking like Ben Vereen
Don't get rocked, pa, Benjamin Grimm
With a nine double m on the scene
Fuck around and make your Timberlands swim
Drown nigga fucking clown nigga
313 and Buck is the town, nigga
I'm Sean, King of the Apes
You prawn, king of the shrimps
Funny style, limp wristed son of a bitch
This nigga put fingers on this trigger
One or two pulls, this nigga is disfigured
I'm a good father but I really be illing
Colt 45 on my side, no Billy Dee Williams
Around blocks niggas like where the work at
Behind you
Right on the corner in the jaw of a minor
Your whole crew is pussy and very vagina
Promise to bust your snotbox
Whenever I find you, p
Get the hardware, take it to the enemy
The hard heads all here, man the artillery
Niggas go to war for their liberty
Black ops, arms and abilities