Black 64

Black six-four, gold Daytons roam
And hit the block non-stop, nigga, straight out bonin'
Just passin' through, didn't have no strap
Put my finger at your ass and said, "Smoke like that"
Hit your enemy block, rollin' four cars deep
Two Chevs, one 'Lac and a IROC-Z
Ridin' low, shotgun, gauge ready to peel
Windows down, top drop, bumpin' "Realer Than Real"
Hit the block, gauge cocked, hangin' over the door
Seven shot, one squeeze, ride, punk, you know
Never slip in the streets of the Garden Blocc
'Cause muthafuckas get smoked a lot
Hit the floor when I come, you try to run, you get gunned down
Bo Deep on the creep, about to put your ass to sleep
And ain't no sense in lockin' up the do'
'Cause one kiss from one of the cliques and we'll be in that ho
So make way as I unload my AK on your house
Then dig graves as I take your closest family members out
It's the Bo, I thought you knew, oh, punk, you didn't know?
Well, meet my forty-four, four-four, four-four
Face to face, we shoot out with the next hood
On the creep, they say the Bo Loc's no good
And it's your ass that got me pullin' a mask, poppin' a cap
Want me to tap daddy on that ass with my MAC?
It's all for one and one for all
Fuckin' with the Bo and I'll be bustin' and gettin' AWOL
Pullin' a gat, goin' in for the old Big Jack
Caught them fools on they back
Woke 'em up with the MAC, now give me the scrap
'Cause that's how we livin' in '93
I watch my back 'cause I be strapped, 'cause ain't no jackin', see
So don't try it, the punk tried to nod, I knew he was lyin'
I started firin', now one at a time, they all retirin'
Close range, livin' is strange, can't be tamed
I pull the MAC and take the police out the fuckin' game
I've been a slave, and I ain't goin' back
Police jabs with the intentions to send me to Vach