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Black Market

This song is by Brotha Lynch Hung.

The year is 1994. Black Market Records, 2001 Records, and Doomsday Productions combine forces to create your favorite click.Make way for the hounds of the underground.
Feel the fury.

I put my hands in my pocket

They jingle 'cause they full of change

And sometimes being broke make

Your father straight

But I got a better grip on myself

So I avoid being played short like

An elf

Bust a side bust her in the head

Then watch all of yoke come runnin'

Out his egg

I'm tryin' to stack the grips that

Don't let me hit this dick

'Cause if I hit this dick ima shoot

Me a bitch

Fuck it (inhale, cough), bang bang,

5 minutes later the cops came

I'm settin up shop for the black


So if I aim at your mark ass you a


Told you that I come, but I came


Though I'm bay still killas

Scramblin the niggas brains

If you gotta go we gotta go I like

The 6'4

I'm pullin GTA's it ain't yours no


Then I tell 'em to strip it down

And leave nothing but the frame

Then I'm gon' sell my cousin the

Gold thangs

Cop a burn and turn it over like a


Mo money mo money for black market

On the black market, yeah x4

Creepin', move with swiftness in

The dark

There ain't no stoppin' once a nigga


It ain't nothin' new, up under the

Sun for days and days

Under the moon is where I was born

And raised

And doomed for life, nigga this ain't no


I love it murderin mothafuckas in the night

And deuced up ready to make his

Mark underground target

Hooked up with black market

Now peep this

Shit gets deeper and deeper, the

Doomstown grim reaper and P-I-T

Platinum, Mr Dr. Lynch Hung

We do yo ass in good just for fun

15 inches in yo ass bitch

Take it and love it but I ain't talkin' 'bout no dick

14 suns and moons somthin you can assume

That on the 15th marks my day for doom

Buck 'em and fuck 'em with doomsday productions

Eat clips and trip if I catch you fuckin' with my grip

You find your ass dead in a graveyard

And ima continue on my way

Well if you see me chewin baby guts lowk

Would ya choke

I vomit when that teflon pierced that babys throat

Peep me eatin dead cock you trip 'cause eatin dead pussy clit

I make ya sick but it's that season so my reason is legit

I'm havin' fits, I dream of eatin bloody pussy clits since I was 6

I fiend for dead pussy on my dick

I got the skits meanin' I don't give a fuck about yo biatch

That nigga that's from the block killin' up that cock so nigga... shiat

Baby barbeque ribs and guts and uh

Don't make me get the deep fryin baby nuts, sluts

Get ate out like a dank and crooked teeth hurt

I pulled that tampax string out and straight couldn't work

It wouldn't work without that sicc

So page a nigga quick so I can serve you some of that shit

And have you murderin your bitch violently

I've been key for 20 minutes and feel like killin' on that nilla nilla

It's that infant killa

Ain't the bitch mr doc D double O M

In hella heat

Niggas I'm gone, I need another dose of human meat

I lift the creed, and black market death by the scene

As that nigga, nigga that 9 millimeter to fucks you in yo sleep

We on the black market yeah x4

You let yo eyes upon my fo-fo

And notice every curve and my strap

As the tears roll down

Flash of life as you fade to black

If that gat wasn't all up in yo face

Reminese of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo faith

Replaced, take it down to the south

Get deep, think of moms at yo funeral broken, all of yo family

Its kinda crazy you could lose all of these things so quick

And what's worse, nigga shot ya for the fuck of it, yeah!

Never knew id be the one to have you back on my hand

Back with the fo-fo mag!

That niggas life wont last

Keep listening while I gotta get ya from yo right to ya throat

Dig that nail in ya neck watch ya bitch ass choke

No hope no joke I'm safe from pain all day

All I'm askin for your mothafuckin grip in exchange

One to the brain in the throat, out the skull

From the big chrome gat, peeled cat release yourself

Now ya niggas know

One more dead mothafucka on the street from the Mr doc

Locc straight to the brain with sicc ideas with black market

Death murder when they suck

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