Guilty Simpson - Black Ops lyrics

[Hook: Fat Ray] Get the hardware, take it to the enemy The hard-heads all here, man the artillery n***as go to war for their liberty Black ops, arms and abilities [Verse 1: Guilty Simpson] I'll turn your favorite artist to a mural Put papes on it, with his birthday A dash, and today's date on it I didn't know I was confusing you, sh** We gotta eat, even murder these a musical this, this This isn't for the weak hearted You're who the streets target With the tattle team, so we hurt one Put them in the hospital, get them all together And then the whole waiting room is getting magazines Splatter dreams Attitude is like gimme money and a bag of green I'm blowing smoke signals at an Indian broad I told her I'm unemployed please give me a job This grade A potent and grade A smoke I'm loving it R.A. wrote the grade A dope for hustling And where we from and where P from It's guaranteed cats in the hood is gon' f** with it [Hook] [Verse 2: Sean Price] Question, why you hem your jeans Y'all n***as looking like Ben Vereen Don't get rocked, pa, Benjamin Grimm With a nine double m on the scene f** around and make your Timberlands swim Drown n***a f**ing clown n***a 313 and Buck is the town, n***a I'm Sean, King of the Apes You prawn, king of the shrimps Funny style, limp wristed son of a b**h This n***a put fingers on this trigger One or two pulls, this n***a is disfigured I'm a good father but I really be illing Colt .45 on my side, no Billy Dee Williams Around blocks n***as like where the work at, behind you Right on the corner in the jaw of a minor Your whole crew is p**y and very vagina Promise to bust your snotbox whenever I find you, P [Hook]