Black Superman

(*talking*) Yeah, West-West y'all It's the Fat Rat with the Cheeze, Lil' O nigga Did you miss me nigga, hey [Lil' O] It's been, a long-long time But you waited patiently, like a long-long line Now I'm back with the crack, and the stracks on the grind Got the jugs from the drank, and a trunk full of nines If you need it then I got it, cause believe a nigga bought it Just to sell it back to you, trying to see a lil' profit If you ask me if I ball, if I feel the need to cop it And it cost a hundred thou', best believe that I can drive it So you do the math, nigga do the analysis I'll be in the kitchen whipping chickens, till my hand gets calises This hand costs ten, when I'm done Can you tell me what they value is, I bet you can't nigga Lil' O certified, bet you ain't nigga But these rocks, on my wrist'll make a nigga think nigga Like man, I ain't hustling right How the fuck that boy shine, like the sun in the night I heard he just went to the jeweler, and he done him so right That if you stare up at his chest, it'll fuck up your sight But if you jack, thinking that you gone luck up tonight You better know the P-89, ain't nothing nice In fact, nigga I got choppers that can cut up your pints I got goons that can rope your kids, and tuck in your wife In other words lil' daddy, I can fuck up your life You better stop playing with me nigga, I'm black Superman (*talking*) West-West y'all, yeah This the Screwed Up Click underground nigga It don't get no more gutter than this nigga [Lil' O] I'm the from the group, where the niggas hearts cold But the block's on fire Boys in the Penn or the jail, they do not retire Nobody snitch where shots get fired, it is what it is If you gotta go to war, then you handle your biz' And I'd for my pride, you can't handle the kid And I'd box for my pride, you can't handle the kid Nigga win lose or draw mayn it is what it is, hey Somebody better tell em I got million dollar thoughts, all up in my cell-bellum Anybody try to stop it, best believe they end up smelling Found asleep in his car, with a hole in his melon nigga This is mobster shit Nigga S.U.C., we a mobster click Some of us got the drank, others got them bricks But we all got flow, nigga knock this shit This is real, like Pac and shit This is pull it out music, go on ahead and drop your top and shit Man my flow will make a nigga, wanna cop a brick Knock off a piece and chain, and go rock his wrist Cause I'm gutter nigga (*talking*) S.U.Ceezy baby, Fat Rat with the Cheezy baby It's Lil' O nigga, South West-West y'all whoa