BLVK TAR

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Sean Price] P! Yo God is the greatest, we could never be friends The Lord is my shepherd, my vest is sheepskin Cannon bark, uh, hammer spark, open casket Bastard dressed like Shannon Sharpe, uh (Haha) P hardly shoot, I'm well loved, I tell thugs to do things for loot Boss in the hood, don't get lost in the hood Break North, my niggas take off with your goods Heat in your space, hot shots seeking a place to rest at Sket clap, extract meat off your face, P! (P!) A quarter ounce of shake, in the 'ville get you killed Grilled as porterhouse steak (Uh) Black nigga with the Eagle, evil Jack Tripper at the Regal Beagle (Ha) The 9 convince you To take off your Nikes, and like cement shoes P [Interlude] "Yes, I understand..." "Let me tell you somethin' right now: you work for me! Only me, not yourself! You do what I say! Snort that line... snort the fuckin' line!" *Snort* "The other one." *Snort* [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Phenomenal whipping, we hopped in the Benzes Let's chop in the kitchen, go shopping at Lenox Lord rocking some Moschino vintage, we did it The Izod gator on the waiter, push the Cayennes in France (Skrt) MAC-10's on me, who wanna dance? Clip hangin' down the Pucci pant leg My shit is legendary, stylin' majority The .44 Bulldog belong in your mouth, your shit get blown off 10 deep rocking 10Deep; officially, the flyest nigga I know is me Oliver Peoples at the Eagle said he looking for Roberto The Maybach was Merlot Tommy Hill still had the steel on him When Bishop shot Steel my Richard Mille time stood still, ill Tom Ford all black, I'm in a fuck nigga' bushes Thousand boxes of baking soda for the cookers Yayo residue on my resume Ayo, Keke, take these five bricks on Desiree Weighed up, souffle-ing the yay straight up Black tar stars, papi on the call log [Outro: Westside Gunn] Sir Lord West Legendary shit I only fuck with legends, Lord