The year is 1994Black market records2001 recordsDoomsday productionsCombined forces to create an unfadable clickMake way for the hounds of the undergroundFeel the furyHa ha ha ha haI put my hands in my pocketsThey jiggle 'cause they fulla changeSometimes bein' broke'll make ya fall astrayBut I got a better grip on myselfSo I avoid gettin' played short like a elfBust her side bust her in the headThat whiteYoke come runnin' out his neckI'm tryin' to stack a grip so don't let me hit this dank'Cause if I hit this dankI'ma shoot me a b***hF**k it*puff*Bang bangFive minutes laterThe cops cameI'm settin' up shop for the black marketSo if I aim at your mark a*s you're a targetTold you that I'd come but I came insaneBorn braincell killasScramblin' n***as brainsIf you gotta go you gotta go I like the six foI'm pullin' gta'sIt ain't yo's no mo'Then I take it and strip it down and leave nothin' but the frameThen I'm gonna sell my cousin the gold thangsPop a burn and turn it over like a flapjackMo money mo money for black marketOn the black marketYeahOn the black marketYeahOn the black marketYeahOn the black marketYeahCreepin' move with swiftness in the darkAnd ain't no stoppin'Once a n***a startIt ain't nothin' newUp under the sun for days and daysUnder the moonIs where I was born and raisedAnd doomed for lifeN***a this ain't no daylightI love itMurderin' muthaf**kas in the nightDeuced up ready to make his mark a underground targetHooked up with black market now peepS**t gets deeper and deeperMeet meThe doomstown grim reaperAnd pitPlatinumMister doctor lynch hungWe do your a*s in good just for funFifteen inches in your a*s b***hTake it and love itBut I ain't talking bout no d**k14 suns and moonsSomethin' you can assumeThat on the 15th marks my day for doomBuck em and f**k em with doomsday productionsEclipse a crip if I catch you f**kin' with my gripYou'll find your a*s dead in a graveyardAnd I'ma continue on myWell if you see me chewin' baby guts loccWould ya chokeI vomit when that teflon pierce that babys' throatPeep me eatin' dead cockYa trip 'cause eatin' dead p***y clit'll make ya sickBut its that season so my reason is legitI'm havin' fitsI've dreamed of eatin' bloody p***y clit since I was 6I fiend for dead p***y on my d**kI got the schitzMeanin' I don't give a s**t about yo biatchThat n***a that's from the block killin' off that cockSo n***aSheeeitBaby barbeque ribs and gutsAnd uhDon't let me get to deep fryin' baby nutsSlutsGet ate out like aThem crooked teeth hurtI pull that tampax string out and straight put in workIt wouldn't work without the sickSo page a n***a quick so I can serve you some of that s**tAnd have you murderin' your biatchViolentlyI've been keyed for 20 minutes and feel like killinLoadin' that milli milli its that infant killaN***a lynchMrDocD o double m and hella heatN***as unloadI need another dose of human meatOutlive the creekAnd black market death by the sceneAs that n***a that n***a that nine millimeter punch you in yo spleenYou lay yo eyes up on my 4 4And notice every curve in my strapAs them tears roll downFlash yo life as ya fade to blackIf that gat wasn't all up in yo faceReminisce of yo folksYo b***hYo kidsYo fateReplaceTake it down to the southGet deepThink of mobs at your funeral loccAnd all ya familyHuhIts kind of crazy you could lose all of these things so quickAnd what's worseN***a shot you for the f**k of itYeahNever know I'd be the one to have your life in my handThat n***as life won't lastKeep listenin' while I guide right down into your throatDig that barrel in your neckWatch your b***h a*s chokeNo hopeNo jokeI'm savin' you the pain of old ageAll I ask for is yo muthaf**kin grip in exchangeOne to the brainIn the throat out the skullFrom the big chrome gatPeeled cap relationSoNow ya n***as knowOne mo dead muthaf**ka on the streetFo the mista docLoccStraight to the brain with stIdes brewThe black market dealt murder when they serve them foo's
Black Market (Live)
Black Market (Live)