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smoke dza & pete rock - black superhero car lyrics

[intro: rick ross]
2 o’clock in the morning and the sun shining bright n-gg- on this side, dizzle. uh, praying all my n-gg-s live long, pray all my n-gg-s rich forever, you heard me? we black kings, you heard me? n-gg- ethiopian descent, uh

[verse 1: smoke dza]
i’m from this lil part of harlem, sh-t is like iraq
young boy barking but his gat bite back
n-gg- playing, you will lay, life facts
take eric gardner k!llers, give me sean price back
where that dour actually light that
cali broad showing me her new b–bs on ichat
headlights beaming, she all excited
can’t wait for me to touch her, give her that midas
livest living legend, larry zbyszko
unleash the pitbulls, it’s lit though
few n-gg-s tried to play ’em
he did nothing, left ’em laying ‘nother shame
i had to k!ll my son like kanan
n-gg-s playing with the wrong knife in the drawer
money on your head, put your life on the wall
smokestradamus, i be visioning things
as i’m lighting up this skittle in the 600 benz

[hook: smoke dza]
big figures way before rap, all black 600 benz
big n-gg- lighting that pack, lay back counting my ends
big figures way before rap, all black 600 benz
big n-gg- lighting that pack, lay back counting my ends

[verse 2: rick ross]
she’s in seek of perfection, she should start with her soul
what makes you a soldier? how quick you climb out a hole
threw us under the bas-m-nt, now it’s penthouses and homes
food stamps and medicaid raised every n-gg- i know
give you the signal when the cigars get lit
now we owning our masters on some mobster sh-t
another benz, got the beamer with the doors up
case of blunts, half a pound reeking on the tour bus
i’d rather walk than ride with a p-ssy n-gg-
corns and callouses with pride in my gucci slippers
can’t be talking global to a b-tch who local
can’t be rolling up, smoking just to p-ss n-gg-s your roaches
why you making threats, never busting a hammer
n-gg-s sleeping on me, heavy starches pajamas
you’re looking at a hustler with a cause
remember a n-gg- name but call me the f-cking boss

[outro]
counting my ends like, may-may-maybach music
counting my ends like, may-may-maybach music
counting my ends like, may-may-maybach music
counting my ends like, may-may-maybach music
counting my ends like, may-may-maybach music
new-new-new york sh-t, new-new-new york sh-t
new-new-new york sh-t, new-new-new york sh-t
new-new-new york sh-t, new-new-new york sh-t

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