BLACK OPS

Lyrics

[Intro: Duke Deuce] (Hitkidd, what it do, man?) There come a time in a man life We have to be violent, real violent Haha-ha-hahaha-ha What the fuck? [Chorus: Duke Deuce] Fuck nigga, what you claim? Where you from? (Where you from, bitch?) How the fuck (Ha) you goin' to war with a don? (Ha) Black Ops shit, bitch, we go dumb (Dah-dah-dah-dah) Make a nigga flame your block like Saddam (Saddam) Fuck nigga, what you claim? Where you from? (What? What? What?) How the fuck you goin' to war with a don? (How the fuck you goin' to war?) Black Ops shit, bitch, we go dumb Make a nigga flame your block like Saddam (What the fuck!) [Verse 1: Duke Deuce] Fuckin' with the Deucifer, just know shit get scary .40 with a dick, pop a pussy nigga cherry Made men Mafia, a gangster military Fuck one thotty, kill 'em all, very necessary (Ayy, ayy) Nah, I ain't fuckin' 'round, hater, rest in peace (What? What?) Fuck nigga talkin', "Wow," hit 'em with the heat (Brrrt) Chasin' clout, talkin' loud, sound like the police (Police) Fuck yo' man, gloaw-glaow, hit they block for weeks (Hit they block for weeks) Shit can get real sinister, you thought I won't remember ya' (Uh) Send you pussy niggas a lil' gift, I will December ya' (Uh) Got some brothers claimin' what you rep, they is not feelin' ya' (Feelin' ya') They be talkin' 'bout killin' ya' (Killin' ya') Smoke you like some Indica (What the fuck!) [Chorus: Duke Deuce] Fuck nigga, what you claim? Where you from? (Ayy, where you from, bitch?) How the fuck (Ha) you goin' to war with a don? (Ha) Black Ops shit, bitch, we go dumb (Dah-dah-dah-dah) Make a nigga flame your block like Saddam (Saddam) Fuck nigga, what you claim? Where you from? (What? What? What?) How the fuck you goin' to war with a don? (How the fuck you goin' to war?) Black Ops shit, bitch, we go dumb Make a nigga flame your block like Saddam [Verse 2: Big Moochie Grape] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (Yes, sir) We posted in East Haiti and we get off with the bonds (Get off the bonds) Servin' that sack and my lil' nigga got him a strap (Uh, uh) so big it could take off your arm (Fah-fah) Big Moochie Grape, bitch, you know I'm the don (Big Moochie) Left wrist still one-of-one, uh (One-of-one) Young nigga shinin' hard just like the sun (Yeah) One-twenty just for my son (Yes, sir) Uh, back home, they treat me like God in the slums (Uh-huh) Having some fun with these funds (Racks) Uh, my lil' nigga seventeen, got him a gun (Seventeen) And he ain't goin' for nothin' (Nothin') Uh, I'm the young nigga, turn nothing to somethin' (Uh-huh) Youngest OG, bitch, I'm pushin' the buttons (Pushin' the buttons) Every piece on the young nigga be flooded (Ice) See me an opp', bare hands, then we flush 'em (Frrt) Flooded with racks, yeah (Yeah) Real nigga carry a MAC, yeah (Woo) 762 out the 'Cat, yeah (Woo, woo) Hit his ass up then we scratch, yeah (Skrrt) Black Op, but you can't get 'em back, yeah (Uh-huh, uh-huh) And all these nigga be cap, yeah (They be cap) I put them racks straight on ya' cap, yeah (Straight on ya' cap) They take your ass right off the map Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Duke Deuce] Fuck nigga, what you claim? Where you from? (Where you from, bitch?) How the fuck (Ha) you goin' to war with a don? (Ha-ha) Black Ops shit, bitch, we go dumb (Bitch, we go dumb) Make a nigga flame your block like Saddam (Like Saddam) Fuck nigga, what you claim? Where you from? (What? What? What?) How the fuck you goin' to war with a don? (How the fuck you goin' to war? Ha-ha) Black Ops shit, bitch, we go dumb (Bah-bah) Make a nigga flame your block like Saddam [Outro: Duke Deuce] What the fuck? Ayy, ayy, bitch Yeah-yeah-yeah, ho Fuck you talmbout', bitch? Grr-rr-rr-rr