Band Of Au

[Verse 1: Truck North] I'm the king of the north raising the black flag Black on black call me the black John Cash A black mask turn a thug to the black flask Put your band on the run make them scatter fast Student of the game at the head of the class This is where the titans clash, this the monster mash In a pool of your own blood I make a splash That's when I put the hulk smash on your girl's ass Bring them body bags homes, cause I'm back home Rag under the crown, black velvet throne Show you how to [sin???] them girls like I'm Velvet Jones Pimp hand so hard like it's made of stone And my heart so cold that it's been froze Stand tall niggas couldn't see me on they tip-toes Riding 'round blowing smoke out the window Then I bring the drama to your door like ten-fold Yea breaker one nine nigga ten fo' Bow in the presence of a king like I'm Nat Cole Hopped out the old school with the chrome nose With a heavy 14 karat gold figaro A little game, little dinner, little Luther Vandross Then I'm in her drawers then she getting out nigga Still blazing she tell me I'm amazing though Said she wanna [??] but she crazy though [Verse 2: Black Thought] If it's a rapper that can test me alive Nigga, Elvis Presley alive I'm the best I'm from S-P and I know T-M-I like espionage I met a chick named Leslie that said she impressed by Kanye West me and Nas And that she wanted me to just be advised In her opinion I had the sexiest eyes She asked me if we could kick it like Tae Bo Coast to coast L.A. to Chicago And she be at all the places that I go Even though I got a house wife like Bravo I said nah yo, that a be a prob so Please stop staking me out like 5-0 P.R. Jones up inside the body [???] S-L Diablo Cause a nigga hot like brimstone So they gonna sweat ya boy like gym clothes Asking me to pull it out like an ingrown Because I got bars sicker than a syndrome Celebrating like I'm inside the end zone You just finding out? You shoulda been known It's no touching me, these niggas know they just can't fuck with me Friends only [Verse 3 STS] Cheeba cheeba band leader of the band of gold I need a red bone philly and a Santigold I got a red bone bitch what's up with Santigold Ay shawty fuck with a nigga nigga nigga ho Part of me been on my mind all week and And part of me been on the grind all week But a part of me just wanna find a little freak I get a couple uh uh's put a nigga to sleep They call me mista nigga nigga when I'm out in the street Cause ain't no nigga nigga nigga nigga fuckin with me I need a little liquor liquor and a whiff of the trees [[[And I should be pete pick a pepper like MC???]]] Mo goes on, and my sick flow flows on I live in south west philly, but the swatch is my home Never go wrong with a clique as tight as that ass, and bad as mosquitoes You didn't know the falcons fly with eagles There we go talking that cash shit Better than them mother fuckers talking that cash shit Jam Boy funeral home, we stamp the motto on the casket Kill em and we fill em we some ignorant bastards So the jig is on, your jig is up [??] before I give a fuck I ain't sip the Kool-Aid when they passed around the sippy cup You silly fucks, everything that glitter ain't gold If it ain't gentleman of leisure than you probably got sold [???] the world the clock struck twelve I'm the illest out Atlanta, nigga hell fuck yeah Am I the illest up in Philly? That would be a conundrum Local ass niggas wrote verse out in London Anything you doing I already done done done Spit a couple bars at you niggas for fun fun [??] for the hookers you niggas don't want none Your crew run run run Your crew run run