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Black Wall Street nigg*

DJ SKEE, NuJerzeyDevil Exclusive

It's the motherfuckin' face of LA

LA on my motherfuckin' face

Yo, yo I gotta be top 5

Nigg* I said it, I'm not high

That's the chronic boppin' in the drop 5

Been in a Slim Shady state of mind

Ever since Dr. Dre threw me up like a gang sign

And when I came down, I could see those streets

With the lyrical mind of a D.O.C.

This is my shit, bloc shit, top this

Off the 6-4, that's what the fuck I call topless

Dre ain't gotta rap no more, homie I got this

And I wasn't even rappin' when Makeveli dropped 2Pacalypse

Nigg* sit back and watch me kick back

10 gold chains around my neck, Slick Rick wrap

5 million sold, call it bitch slap

Right across the jugger, the motherfuckin's the kids back

So, polish the chrome, check the rear view, and hang the rag

Get ready for the Aftermath

Lights,camera, action, showtime

We brush shit back in no time

Your kind can't fuck with my kind

You must be losin' in your mind

Lights, camera,action, showtime

We brush shit back in no time

Your kind can't fuck with my kind

You must be losin' in your mind

I'm in this right, with the bright full of blunt

Hands on the juice, case in the trunk

Got kicked on the hip, face full of funk

Off DJ Skee's tape of the month

Reals how it get, but I'm cool with the funk

Got loose hands, do the fool if I want

Waitin' for the call, even if they don't show

Handle what I need for some Henny and a pokes

I ride through the track, to find what I need

New snow money or whatever that I see

See me on the east then I'm probably through the streets

Up in the hills with Richie Rich in b

I'm known through the hood, every state I roll

Eastside, yea that's where I claim my home

Clip see my clique, love to stay on chrome

And we fly, who gon' tell us we don't go (go)

Lights,camera, action, showtime

We brush shit back in no time

Your kind can't fuck with my kind

You must be losin' in your mind

Lights, camera,action, showtime

We brush shit back in no time

Your kind can't fuck with my kind

You must be losin' in your mind

I'm number 1 because I listen the fuck the Doc said

And I blaze chronic till my eyes bloodshot red

Magazine reporters think that I'm a hot head

And they won't say I'm dope, till someone sha did

And i don't mind that cause i went from pushin' crack

In the form of a dimesack

To bringin' LA its shine back

I did it by myself, I ain't need no help

Any nigg*s that went against the grain

Ended up on the shelf

Like my shoe, outsold Jordan

Outsold Reebok

Now I'm a corporate thug

Got the office and the streets locked

Can't do the shit, without hearing one of my songs

From Ipods to the speakers and retirement homes

Nigg*s can't sell records but they movin' ringtones

The world written on your face, if you ain't have that bling on

I'm responsible for all the latest westcoast hits so

If it ain't about me then it ain't about shit

Lights,camera, action, showtime

We brush shit back in no time

Your kind can't fuck with my kind

You must be losin' in your mind

Lights, camera,action, showtime

We brush shit back in no time

Your kind can't fuck with my kind

You must be losin' in your mind

Jessus christ, I'm dope homie

Ayo man, I don't know what to tell you nigg*s man

But you gotta go back to the studio and rewrite that bullshit y'all spittin out here man

It go like this man,

I been known DJ Skee for about, uh, about 4 years homie

4 years, 4 motherfuckin' tapes, 4 houses, mmm 4 bentleys, 4 bitches

All I need now is umm, 4 baby mommas

I'm single, and that's better than yours