There was a pig, skin was black He cleaned up the swine and they filthy acts If not they was be forced to sent back But trouble come first, stale shit
, and they can feel this, Commander of them soljas out the melph, lio, and nolia, You can't stop us, fuck them choppers, We got grenades, drop one then our work will
got a cool image Like Hendrix, my kindred, y'all fuck up to my index Bench press rappers doing sets with my Syntax Ain't nothin' new motherfucker, man I been black
You must always remember You still a member of the hopeless See ya black like me So you snap like me When these devils try to plot Trap our young black
brain New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend It's trouble on my mind, I'm with
tears have left the troubled brow A man once tall, he fought them, but he is older now For in your youth, you think the truth will always win the game
mean old man washed his hands All the troubles he's seen, seems like a dream While he washes away his sorrow But either way I can tell that he prays There will
wonder, I go under The deeper the blues The more I see black Sweeter the brew The feeling starts coming back All the deepest blues are black How my mind
Clear as ice Oh, clear as ice Dripping down From a rock Spring will come And so will fall All my enemies have finally fled They?ve finally fled and gone
blood The blood of his salvation, his spirit will live eternally Take his life, by your command A sacrifice, by your command As I rise from my troubled
feel One of these days Might be a woman that's dressed in black Be a hobo by the railroad track I'll be gone like the wayward wind One of these days One of these days it will
nigga There will be The sound of gun burst put the foul in this dirt (Foul in this dirt) You can't fake plannin' from the mind control theory (Mind control
stray shots is taking the best of me But I will maintain, success has a stain upon my brain What you make will remain, and that's life CHORUS [Jully Black
You say girls are full of trouble I must play this to you Girls may be trouble but guys are trouble too You're a compulsive liar you mind is full of
on, now I'm bucking in dreams And rhyme with the mind of a hustler scheme Or the struggle of feinds, I flow over water thats as troubled as teens For
Perfect plume Smoke baby, smoke baby More alcohol baby Cocaine in Montreal And black out on the plane baby An early flight will leave And on it will
you drop, or till it makes you psychotic, Heres a triple Black Card, it ain't trickin IF YOU GOT IT! Others will stay content if you just makin 'em laugh
care which 'Cause the devil is a loser and he's my bitch Runnin' into trouble you skitch Yeah Runnin' into trouble you skitch Waow Runnin' into trouble