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Classic Hip-Hop shit Dr. D-R-E Rozay let's get em! Only on the Black Market, December 4th The Album is out Only on the Black Market, December 4th The Album is out Only on the Black Market, December 4th The Album is out A hustler's dream is a hater's worst nightmare, ya heard? Classic Hip-Hop shit Dr. D-R-E Rozay let's get em! Caught 'em flippin', put the footage up on Youtube I bought a Bentley, went and got that bitch new Caught 'em flippin', put the footage up on Youtube I bought a Bentley, went and got that bitch some new shoes Caught 'em flippin', put the footage up on Youtube I bought a Bentley, went and got that bitch some new shoes Jimmy Ivine crib, when I'm in LA Rick Rubin, line two, I do the deal with Dr. Dre Only on the Black Market, December 4th SongtexteThe Album is out Only on the Black Market, December 4th The Album is out Only on the Black Market, December 4th The Album is out A hustler's dream is a hater's worst nightmare, ya heard? Caught 'em flippin', put the footage up on Youtube I bought a Bentley, went and got that bitch some new shoes Jimmy Ivine crib, when I'm in LA Rick Rubin, line two, I do the deal with Dr. Dre Bullet riddled car that very second, nigga life froze Bend a corner, hop out on a whip with my ice on Until we leave the club, can't even cut the lights on And Reebok a quarter with a pair of mics on In the streets, so hard to see I need some M3 Run up on 'em like a G, what up, your M3 Do a show at House of Blues just to throw the goons Re-up on the ammunition, track next to the Catholic school It's a perfect place and time for them Audemars But if you study over time, this is the art of war Maybach zepplin, stretch just like a limousine Gotta rub it on her titties, then she feelin' me Yeah, she feelin' me, them percocets be feelin' me Go and purchase your momma house or face a penalty Headshots, the bitches screamin' it's hell hot Caught a case then I bought it out (?) out Free my niggas and the legends still in the jail house 50 million now they monitor all my whereabouts Kilo flip in exchange for a casino trip Money launder, we double back and do it once again Heavenly Father, please forgive me for all my wrongs Niggas murdered over lyrics they're hearin' in my songs Pop bottles, steve bottles, I'm talkin' bigger cream Jamaica, Queens, signin' autographs for the fiends You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into taking drugs I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love So come give me a hug if you're into getting rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into taking drugs I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love So come give me a hug if you're into getting rubbed Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither We in the club all the time, so pop, pop of Aus Songtexte Mania