Doomsday Productions - Black Market lyrics

[Talking] The year is 1994 Black Market Records, 2001 Records, and Doomsday Productions Combined forces to create an unfadable click Make way for the hounds of the underground Feel the fury, hahhaahaha [PIT] I put my hands in my pockets They jiggle cus they fulla change Sometimes bein broke make ya fall astray But I got a better grip on myself So I avoid gettin played short like a elf Bust her side bust her in the head Then watch all the yolk come runnin out his head I'm tryin to stack a grip so dont let me hit this dank Cus if I hit this dank, I'mma shoot me a b**h f** it, *puff*, bang bang Five minutes later, the cops came I'm settin up shop for the black market So if I aim at your mark-a** youre a target Told you that I'd come but I came insane Born braincell k**as, scramblin n***as brains If you gotta go you gotta go I like the six-fo I'm pullin GTA's, it ain't yo's no mo' Then I take it and strip it down and leave nothin but the frame Then I'm gonna sell my cousin the gold thangs Cop a bird and turn it over like a flapjack Mo money mo money for black market [Hook] X 4 On the black market, yeeeaah [Eklypss] Creepin move with swiftness in the dark And ain't no stoppin, once a n***a start It ain't nothin new, up under the sun for days and days Under the moon, is where I was born and raised And doomed for life, n***a this ain't no daylight I love it, murderin muthaf**as in the night A Doomsta ready to make his mark an underground target Hooked up with black market now peep sh** gets deeper and deeper, meet me The doomstown grim reaper, and PIT Platinum, Mr. Doctor, Lynch Hung We do your a** in good just for fun Fifteen inches in your a** b**h Take it and love it, but I ain't talking bout no dick 14 suns and moons, somethin you can a**ume That on the 15th marks my day for doom Buck em and f** em with doomsday productions Eklypss'll trip if I catch you f**in with my grip Youll find your a** dead in a graveyard And I'mma continue on my ? [Brotha Lynch Hung] Well if you see me chewin baby guts locc, would ya choke Or vomit when that teflon pierce that baby's throat? Peep me eatin dead co*k Ya trip cause eatin dead p**y clit, I'll make ya sick But its that season so my reason is legit I'm havin fits, I dream of eatin bloody p**y clit, since I was 6 I've fiend for dead p**y on my dick, I got the schitz Meanin I dont give a sh** about yo b*atch That n***a that's from the block k**in off that co*k So n***a, sheeeit; baby barbeque ribs and guts, and uh Don't let me get to deep fryin baby nuts s*uts, get ate out like a ? them crooked teeth hurt I pull that tampax string out and straight put in work It wouldn't work without the sick So page a n***a quick so I can serve you some of that sh** And have you murderin your b*atch, violently I've been keyed for 20 minutes and feel like k**in Loadin that milli-milli its that infant k**a n***a Lynch, Mr. Doc, D-O double M and hella heat n***as unload, I need another dose of human meat I live to creep, and black market d**h by the scene As that n***a that n***a that nine millimeter punch you in yo spleen [Hook] X 4 [Mr. Doctor] You lay yo eyes up on my 4-4 And notice every curve in my strap As them tears roll down Flash yo life as ya fade to black If that gat wasn't all up in yo face Reminisce of yo folks, yo b**h, yo kids, yo fate Replace, take it down to the soul, get deep Think of moms at your funeral locc, and all ya family Huh, its kind of crazy you could lose all of these things so quick And whats worse, n***a shot you for the f** of it, yeah Never know I'd be the one to have your life in my hand [Brotha Lynch: That Ruger 4-4 Mag] That n***as life won't last Keep listenin while I guide right down into your throat Dig that barrel in your neck, watch your b**h-a** choke No hope, no joke, Im savin you the pain of old age All I ask for is yo muthaf**in grip in exchange One to the brain, in the throat out the skull From the big chrome gat, peeled cap, release your soul Now ya n***as know, one mo dead muthaf**a on the street Fo the Mista Doc, locc Straight to the brain with St. Ides brew The black market dealt murder when they serve them foo's [Hook] X 4