2.Blacksox
JT the bigga figga)
Another G-man stand production the originator of the 808 shit in
the Bay area you got your boy JT the bigga figga thuggin it out
wit my young nigga the Game and the homie Bluechip Blacksox oh
boy! hooked up wit Gelo records puttin this shit together my
nigga! It aint a nigga in the game that can hold me down i've
been independant forever so they know me now and i'm the cat
they need to find when they wanan get found you want to get your
paper right you gotta study my grind i'm like rush and crush foo
for nigga that bust move right out the tuck 2's bullys that bust
dudes aint no beefin for briefcase just beefin for beef for
beefs sake we round cats up to beat em in a street race we count
paper up to make a nigga change his plans they underweight so
they aint gettin off they're grams they mad at my boys 'cause we
trappin em in they make 20 then a feed wont tend thats the rules
Getlow play by the Block boys stay hi the california stock with
cake buy
thats the rules Getlow play by the Block boys stay hi the
california stock with cake buy
Chorus：
(Bluechip)
It's the Blacksox doing a joint together the whole world stoppin
to listen old breakers pop lockin and listenin white boys head
boppin and 6's niggas boxes in prison shit bang herd like a
congical visit and the game aint big enough for nigga move over
matta fact move out we takin ova they boys is comin and they
aimin straight for the neck the B L - A C K - S OX
YO, Yo, Well it's the B. L. you know the rest wanted by the Feds
hated by the ATF you can catch me at the Yukon-N two dykes
swallwin gin Shorty sucked me out of my tims my bad that's your
wife？ Fuck your life anyway I heard you workin for vice you
ain't real man you hide behind ice youse an imposter snatch him
offa the roster always live by the rule get dough or die tryin
hard coatin in the shinin pass the buck now im back and bettin
if beef was a race man my 2 gonna finish never been the loud
mouth type sugar cane of this rap shit south ball when the Mac
spit listen rookie don't make me mad boy or you'll be like Big a
dead Bad Boy.
Chorus：
It's the Blacksox doing a joint together the whole world stoppin
to listen old breakers pop lockin and listenin white boys head
boppin and 6's niggas boxes in prison shit bang herd like a
congical visit and the game aint big enough for nigga move over
matta fact move out we takin ova they boys is comin and they
aimin straight for the neck the B L - A C K - S OX
(JT the bigga figga)
Niggas think they got the Game sold yeah right I'm air tight
fresh in the air nikes if the navi outside I might be there
black hoodie black nine black wifey airs rock guns like caddy
trucks keep a spare you seen the lump under the iceberg fleece
and yeah and when the beef cook I'll put the heat to your head
if you see a white truck that means your sheets is there then im
goin goin back back to the block to dump the bucket and jump in
the truck niggas know im good with the glock they call me Chuck
Hurnes 'cause if the game on lock im callin the shots I wear a
shiny shoot for a minute like I'm the Lox they get gangsta when
I swap meat bag in the Jordan box and when I die bury me with
the glock and a bucket of shells in case niggas want drama in
hell!
Chorus：
It's the Blacksox doing a joint together the whole world stoppin
to listen old breakers pop lockin and listenin white boys head
boppin and 6's niggas boxes in prison shit bang herd like a
congical visit and the game aint big enough for nigga move over
matta fact move out we takin ova they boys is comin and they
aimin straight for the neck the B L - A C K - S OX
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