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all black - j. stalin & lil blood lyrics

[intro]
livewire n-gg-s ’bout k!llin’ and all that
my livewire n-gg-s ’bout k!llin’ and all that
third world n-gg-s ’bout k!llin’ and all that
and if a n-gg- disrespect me, i’ma be in all black

[verse 1]
i’ma spend it all, ’cause the money, it don’t last
b-tch n-gg-s hatin’ on me and i just laugh
f-ck a sucker n-gg-, i’m steady about a bag
f-ck a new rapper, these n-gg-s, they dress in drag
i ain’t go to school but i was in love with math
i be curvin’ b-tches, go f-ck with your baby dad
keep these n-gg-s out my business ’cause most of these n-gg-s rat
if they tell you i’m a gangster, believe ’em, it’s all facts
when i jump up in the booth and just burn like candle wax
don’t be jumpin’ in my car ’cause i ride around with a mac
put it in her mouth then i beat it up from the back
she don’t know my number, it’s never no strings attached
n-gg- disrespect me, i’m comin’ in all black
’cause the brick money n-gg-s ’bout k!llin’ and all that
n-gg-s ride around in foreigns with choppers all on they laps
and i been gettin’ to the money, my n-gg-, in all caps

[chorus]
n-gg- disrespect me, i’ma be in all black
’cause my livewire n-gg-s ’bout k!llin’ and all that
livewire n-gg-s ’bout k!llin’ and all that
my livewire n-gg-s ’bout k!llin’ and all that
n-gg- disrespect me, i’ma be in all black
’cause my third world n-gg-s ’bout k!llin’ and all that
third world n-gg-s ’bout k!llin’ and all that
if them n-gg-s disrespect me, i’ma be in all black

[verse 2]
n-gg- disrespect me, i’ma run and get that greeco
grab that forty-five and get to shootin’ at his people
do a demonstration, i’ma jump out with the mac
whippin’ thirty-sixes, b-tch i’m into sellin’ crack
f-ck you new n-gg-s, i don’t f-ck with new n-gg-s
if we funkin’ then we funkin’, i go with your move, n-gg-
brick money, cook a zip, third world is the clique
funk or die in this b-tch, livewire, we the sh-t
blast money, takin’ sh-t, and we’ll start to break a b-tch
stopped f-ckin’ with them n-gg-s up the street, they on some hatin’ sh-t
they was plottin’, talkin’ ’bout robbin’ me
said a n-gg-, i stopped, boppin’ from poverty, sheesh
fell off, i had to shake back
sent a b-tch to p-ss and now she brought eight back, swear to god
plenty p-ssy, i’ma be in all black
got some east oakland n-gg-s ’bout k!llin’ and all that

- j stalin lil blood lyrics

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