Black Milk Album

So I say what up to the world, still rockin' in advance
Black Milk, people's choice, most popular demand, I
Man, I have everyone like damn
Goddamn, that nigga Black back once again
Not fair how simply will he just
Stick to the beats and the MPN?, ock
No idea not, I'ma just kill it and
Plus times money and I'm counting every minute
Producer rappers get the most criticism
Until they heard Black now they gonna feel different
Took it back made em change they decision
Bout ock non-stop, hip-hop's Jimi Hendrix
I'm underground but don't get it twisted man
I'm in the range and I'm thinking bout tha Escalade
We like a little platinum on the chain, on the ring
I'm from the city of the gators dog, what'chu think
Cuz I don't walk with no backpack on
Don't put me in a box dog we do it all
You can catch me in the club from the window to the wall
Till the sweat drops down, watchin' strippers take it off
We can spend a little money doesn't matter what the cost like
Cost like, little ice give me little frostbite
Yeah I like the dark type, but my favorite color when
It comes to the whips is the Caucasian off-white
It's time to blow and it's time to do damage
And make it hard for niggas to get on like a hammock
Cuz I ain't here and gone like I'm hammer
You hand me hundreds of grands, I hand you an album
And then we break bread, shake hands right over the contract and
We eat with our hands so hand me a couple napkins
And when I'm done I'm going back for seconds for the cabbage
Cuz my niggas hungry as hell, we always feelin' famished
And when I say the cabbage, you know I mean the money
And when I say the rap game, you know I mean the buffet
Hey, call ya waiter, tell him, "give me a to-go plate"
It's Popular Demand, then done gave me the okay

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Holla at your boy, boy holla at your boy.
Fuckin black milk aka the [? ] .
Realest nigga flowin I flow like a freakazoid.
Yea there go them boys who pull out them bigger toys.
With a limp, limp these bitches start following.
I'm a pimp, pimp I sweep off my collar and,
Hoes hollering they think it's a hologram.
After I done fuckin did her I ain't fuckin with her.
Bang the MP I'm a beast up on the beats.
Niggas askin me dog how much for them beats.
For them tracks seems them niggas is crack feens.
I'm a pusher man just call me a pusher man.
Just like the beats I studied the flow quicker.
I know I'm sicker with it I can murder all you niggas.
I'm talkin mad shit like I'm boxin with a [? ]
Couple dollars I'm gettin a little cocky with it.
Slow it down youngster that's what they tellin me.
Still gotta rep the D so the whole town love ya.
So the whole town love ya.

[Chorus:]
It's soo raw, Told ya'll, Have the whole world like Oh My God.
Niggas is runnin around like oh my lord. It's insane my nigga just move on.

This the part of the song where I put the flow down.
And niggas look around like what he can do now.
I'm sick middle name yup flu bound.
Got soldiers we all hunt one, two now.
Hut, give me, give me artillery round up.
Niggas, duck, duck when them artillery rounds come.
And I ain't playin I ain't sayin they can't rhyme but,
Them niggas can't do the? or the sound cause.
I'm to hard for em I'm to far fetched.
Ahead of these niggas the rhyme stay heartless.
So please don't be a target.
Spit those dogs kinda sharp get it all over your garmets.
When the bombs hit get all over your armor.
No your not harder more like a massage nigga.
Black new on the beats sound like Vietnams in it.
If you wanna swim with the sharks u get tossed with em.
You know your boy had to come kill it.
Put your money up if you know someone iller.

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(feat. Phat Kat)

(Phat Kat:)
Radio be like he raw cuz he cuss in his raps
Neighbors say he to loud, he be bangin' them tracks
Fuck that I'm from where gats be busting
For a blunt or some chili fries, give them rats to suckers
Still fronting, ?? still mashing buttons
Since '95, Kat can bless you with the classic rough shit
Scrape that pain, straight from the barrio, blast it, cup it
And the wolves I run with they quick to blast a musket
Same blade you pulled out when your ass got stuck wit
That's what you get when you step to Ronnie Cash with tough shit
Never been that one with that ass, betting to bluff shit
Tuck your ring, watching your chain, your scared we'll cuff it
Y'all some actors, no y'all some actresses
Fucking with Ronnie Cash, so y'all can rest in piss
A in't just a rap, I'm an artist nigga
Don't get me started nigga
The life I live will make a bitch out of the hardest nigga
I need a tech, for post dramatical stress
For survival draw, while soldiers were layed to rest

(Hook x2: Black Milk)
Keep going, keep on, gotta keep the streets on
To keep the heat flowin'
See tha weed blowin', on up, still down
Shining, look at us now nigga

(Black Milk:)
So I might as well drop a verse on 'em
Black teamed with Kat, that's your first warning
Black teams to bat, like how I approach the green
Home run, Sammy Sosa swing
I'ma show you why I'm supposed to be
The real crack music, approach the fiends, they approaching me
I approach a beef around there
Nigga your career will go down hill like Kobe's team
So cold wit heat, the flow cold like frozen meat
The whole damn globe should freeze
Or the whole damn globe should heat like cocoa
Holdin steam, your hand can't hold the drink
Yeah I'm still focused B, still focusing
Showboat like hocus-pocus, take notice
Put a hole in the flow, have your boat just sink
Y'all niggas really thought it was over
Naw, nigga we reside in the Motorcity
Take cover when they roll up
Like po-po when they show up
Sho' nuff, back seat riding down P.A with a chauffeur

(Hook x2)

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Yeah... Ladies... it's one for ya
Huh, I'm a let you know what's good
Hold the groupies for a minute man, just for a minute

(Verse 1:)
They say for better or for worse right
We in the bed I'm gettin', up on the first night
We gettin' better to it letter to that first fight
I fill your head up with some game that you work right
Ma try and catch a plank off the last flight
Where I'm at, hidin' evidence from the past night
Tell groupie chicks y'all can't stay wifey's comin' through the front
Send them through the back way yeah
Uh who you tellin' when I'm lackin' in fact
You the only chick, bendin' over backwards for Black
You the only chick, not tryin' grab all my stacks
of the cash in a stash I got up under the mattress
Match this, couldn't find another to match with Accent
As phat, fire like matches Huh
You got the goods packed and exact, (yeah)
You got them hood rats lookin' mad cool

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Girl I wish I could spend all of my time wit you, you, you
Real love
Can't wait to be in love...I need a...you
Girl you know
Girl I wish I could spend all of my time wit you, you, you
Yeah, yeah
Can't wait to be in love...I'm so in to you, girl you know

Huh, never seen, that's how it's made y'all
Put down the pimp cup for a minute (for a minute)

(Verse 2:)
Yeah she hot but I still gotta watch 'em
Watch if she not bout to hop outta pocket - nope
She get mad like "Why you can't stop and drop
them flock o' hoes I know that you got 'em nigga"
What, what all in my conscience
Tryin' to be faithful like the song Com would sing
When she argue it's time to leave
Make up bout her next week now it's time to skeet
Gone, now we found a peace for now at least
Round trip tickets go and lie on a beach
I'ma go get the room I'ma find a suite
Keep it locked down like I can't find the key
It's me and my Bonnie and Clyde
In the fast lane pullin' off hard till the tires screech
Jump the broom that's a giant leap that I ain't ready for
Let's just chill to the time o' breeze cool

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