f/ Kurupt, Roscoe



[Intro: Crisis (Doc Doom) {Kurupt]

Yeah (yeah yeah) the Black Knights (Black Knights)

{Tell these bitch niggas to snatch up

Before these bitch niggas get smashed up

Yo, we gon' show you gangsta's get down (gangsta's get down)

North Town, Compton, Cali bound (Cali bound)

{Yeah, niggas Black Knights, Dogg Pound, we surround, nigga)

Yeah, we gon' clown (clown these bitch ass niggas)



[Crisis]

My reign of terror is endless, ghetto physical fitness

Leave ya on the floor twitchin', bitchin' cuz ya here wit

The four/fifth, we empty out and reload clips

Fuck who you roll wit, the faggot niggas don't control shit

We the opposite, lockin' shit, while y'all blow dick

Deep throat these hollow tips, let open up, lay stiff

Label the memory, should've known the clones, death's the penalty

Murderin' colonies, high jack communities, street journalist

Ghetto shit, could deaf the you and me

Dirty documents, invest every slum in the continent

The elocutionist, sharpshooter, revolutionist

Street scientist, got ya eyein' this, Crisis, about to ruin shit

I long dick tracks from the back, on the attack

Raw dog, knock all ya'll, disconnect, but stall ya'll

Run wit minutes, handle business, never stop

Until it's finished, niggas is foul, cripple ya style

Willie McGuiness, tackle tracks, break backs and snatch ya money stack

Jaw jabber bloody that, show you how a thug react



[Chorus: Roscoe]

I'm so tired of ya gangsta cats, wit ya half ass gangsta raps

Puttin' on gangsta acts, we gon' show you how a gangsta act

We run up in ya club and ya dubs get gangsta snatched

Now ain't that how a gangsta act, ain't that how a gangsta act

Now ain't that how a gangsta act



[Doc Doom]

Straight from out the bowels of killa Cal'

Where niggas don't smile at all

Stick you up in broad daylight, fuck waitin' until night fall

Snatch ya chain right off, ya neck, put ya lights out

Then jet back to the set, then dip another wet

Killa shits, all you gon' hear from the killa click

Killa Bee Gang bangers, dark hearted, lunatics

Ya mix up in heavy light, only fuck bitches that's already tight

To open they legs, so I can sweat it right

Ya damn right, we be the hardest, gangsta rap artists

In this industry, you wanna hear shit? Then call us

At 1-800-BLACK-KNIGHTS, fuck where ya fools from

If you in my hood, home-boy, you better have ya gun

On ya side, cuz I know a gang of niggas that done died

In these streets, slippin' without a heat

But I'm glad that it ain't me, that's trapped in the dirt

Cuz 'fore I go, I gotta leave my mom's a desert



[Chorus]



[Monk]

Monk rock mics over Hennessey, bitch spittin' that real nigga shit

How long where niggas don't die, we just get high and take flicks

Smoke weed and hit licks, talk shit, and hit tricks

Move weight by the bricks, and shoot kites to convicts

That killa Cal' shit, Cadillac's and Rego's and Lolo's

Slippin' on them D's, the Knights wit flat beds and lolo

Post for gangsta photos and high top chucks

Show you how a gangsta act, cuz we don't give a fuck

Young niggas off the block, that uncontrolled, unorthodox

Gettin' money, lookin' bummy, same gear for three days

Wet like a tidal wave, ya punks better behave

When the nights come through, push through like trouble makers

Unstoppable, off the top, my brigade controls the block



[Interlude: Kurupt]

Kurupt Young Gotti, hell hound number one, nigga

Check it out ... nigga



[Kurupt]

Gangsta, gangsta, bitches and hoes

Muthafuckas jack for they switches and folds

I'm concrete wit caliber's, to shade these out-of-lesson niggas

Like Excalibur in separate sections, see

Talon touch niggas like fingertips

That put anything in ya pockets in my fingertips

To touch my palm, you soak and expand my mind

Hit niggas in separable places at the same time

Poetical stand bomb, nigga, scodelic relic

Skatin' like ice, and wit the .38 to ya pelvis

Smokin' on somethin', pokin' on somethin'

Apply the pressure to the gates, rollin' on hundreds

Save ya self nigga, cuz you know you don't want it

Sixteen bitches, sixteen switches

Matrix and new glitches to canyon niggas in ditches

Black Knights and the Pound, Young Gotti the real hound, nigga



[Chorus 2X]




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