paroles de chanson Black Illuminati (feat. Jadakiss) - Freddie Gibbs , Jadakiss
Slammin′,
used
to
sleep
on
the
floor
with
a
Kel-Tec
Got
a
bag
I
can't
bag
yet
because
it′s
still
wet
Reaper
man,
I
pay
him
a
visit,
ain't
paid
his
bills
yet
Brain
hemorrhage,
blunt-force
trauma,
I
make
him
feel
that
I
wrap
and
seal
that
Sent
out
the
bricks
that
had
the
Nike
Swoosh
stamp,
I'm
just
doin′
it
for
the
camp
Nigga
sold
′em
to
the
plug,
now
he
shoppin'
behind
my
back,
uh
One
thing
about
that
bitch
karma,
she
comin′
back
If
you
trappin',
keep
a
strap
close
Nowadays,
this
shit
became
a
trend
To
snake
your
homies
out
′cause
everybody
backdoor
But
everybody
Black,
though
I
let
the
fiends
catch
a
bean,
used
to
vomit
off
the
secondhand
crack
smoke
Nigga
got
that
PTSD
from
testin'
the
key
Gums
numb,
hope
I
didn′t
purchase
work
from
the
F-E-Ds
'Cause
every
time
I
see
the
judge,
it's
like
a
scary
movie
Fuck
the
court,
real
nigga
can′t
do
no
jury
duty
Internet
done
altered
this
shit
through
a
different
game
now
I
don′t
rap
about
dead
opps,
I
let
his
name
die
Shame
how
they
blackball
Kane,
they
scratched
my
name
out
I
pushed
it
longer
than
I
expected
to
get
my
name
hot
They
wanna
take
me
out
this
game
like
Sha'Carri
Black
Illuminati,
touch
Big
Rabbit,
streets
need
a
body
I
got
all
of
them
leeches
away
from
′round
me
You
ain't
rich
enough
to
get
me
hit,
pussy,
go
up
the
bounty,
uh
Spend
some
cheese,
bitch,
chopper
sing,
bitch
Brew
him
up,
had
him
huggin′
them
EMTs,
bitch
Turn
the
witness
to
Stevie
Wonder,
ho,
you
ain't
seen
shit
Youngins
on
a
mando′
slide,
this
shit
routine,
bitch
Delta
88
with
a
cool
knot
in
my
tube
socks
Now
I
push
the
goons
through
the
boondocks
in
the
coon
tops
Penthouse
in
the
city,
my
bops
givin'
me
rooftop
Told
'em
free
my
nigga
G-Wee,
ho,
let
the
roots
out
You
feel
my
energy,
they
gon′
remember
me
Ain′t
never
had
a
friend
like
me,
your
enemy
my
enemy
Lambo
crashed
the
whip
and
got
plates
in
both
shoulders
If
he
didn't
live
through
that
accident,
this
shit
could′ve
been
over,
yeah
They
wanna
take
me
out
this
game
like
Sha'Carri
Black
Illuminati,
afghan
doggy
straight
off
the
poppy
I
ain′t
trust
him,
had
to
dust
him
like
Christopher
Moltisanti
And
it
hurt
my
heart
to
hurt
you,
but
nigga,
streets
need
a
body,
yeah
I
don't
house
these
hoes,
bitch,
get
a
hobby
She
ain′t
workin',
then
you
ain't
got
a
wifey,
you
got
a
Tommy,
yeah
I
got
all
of
them
leeches
away
from
′round
me
Bulletproof
the
Escalade,
I
got
iron
like
Robert
Downey,
nigga,
yeah
Fuck
you
lil′
niggas
(uh)
(Triple-S
exercise)
Kane
Kiss,
ha-ha
It's
what
we
do,
nigga
I
don′t
do
the
Chrome
Heart,
I
just
do
the
home
art
You
can
catch
a
headshot
or
you
can
catch
a
dome
dart
Go
ahead
and
put
the
kids
to
sleep,
this
the
grown
part
'Fore
we
knew
what
Billboard
was,
we
had
our
own
chart
Strapped
and
they
pull
the
car
over,
you
take
your
own
charge
(take
that)
I
ain′t
never
worked
for
nobody,
I
sold
my
own
heart
(that's
right)
Smoke
a
fat
one
in
the
back
right
in
my
own
yard
Playin′
dominoes
with
my
man,
he
in
the
boneyard
Now
I
can
pay
for
the
jet
right
on
my
own
card
Niggas
tryna
go
man
on
me,
man,
it's
on,
God
Hand-to-hand
with
it,
I
ain't
never
played
the
phone,
God
Calisthenics
and
cardio,
just
tryna
tone,
God
(that′s
it)
Your
man
got
the
semi,
but
he
ain′t
poppin'
My
youngin
got
the
bricks
in
the
hemi,
and
he
ain′t
stoppin'
Lil′
extra
in
the
beginning
to
get
him
coppin'
(uh-huh)
He
ain′t
worried,
'cause
if
they
get
him,
I
get
him
Cochran
(I
got
him)
He
know
not
to
fuck
with
them
bitches,
they
get
him
hot
then
(he
know)
Stay
low,
finish
the
work,
he
get
a
drop
Benz
(yeah)
They
just
wanna
be
around
money,
but
they
are
not
friends
(nah)
Until
you
fall
back
from
'em,
that′s
where
the
plot
ends
(yeah)
I′ve
been
reppin'
the
Apple
since
it
was
rotten
(mmh)
When
you
a
golden,
you
can
never
be
forgotten
(never)
They
gotta
ram
it,
you
don′t
ever
let
the
cops
in
(never)
I
can
have
your
funeral
in
the
top
ten
(woo)
A
lot
of
niggas
are
nice,
but
they
are
not
him
(Jada)
It's
really
nothing
that
you
can
do
to
stop
him
(hater)
Call
him
the
God
MC
just
like
Rakim
(woo)
And
he
done
took
some
L′s,
but
yeah,
he
got
wins
Motherfucker
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