Km.G - Black Superman lyrics

[Intro] "You heard about what's going on in here?" "Heard a lotta bullsh** co*ked, I know that much." "This isn't bullsh**, my friend." "Do you know something?" "Don't listen." "What do you know?" "Maybe I do and maybe I don't. What I say is that they ain't got no business negotiating. We gonna be going back in they're with a bullet for everybody in the yard." "Is that right?" "We do it now, we do it later, later it can be new use. Am I right Al?" "Well, wait, wait, wait minute Frank. We gotta a lotta angry guys in. They're black m**ms, Panther's, Young Lord. Besides you average anti-social." "So we gotta go in right, clean their clocks." [squeaky voice] '94 revolution [Verse 1: KM.G] I hit the loose juice and pulls up in the deuce He gives me the scoop about the fake a** troops And how n***as out there wanna play I take another hit of the way and then I blast away [Hutch:] "How far, playa?" Far enough to go off the edge I push another n***a off the ledge So I stumble as I slide to the Chevy Yeah, my eyes kinda teary and gun kinda heavy I'm a walking dead man is what they call me when I'm comin' Got the big S on my chest, so I'm kinda gunnin' High powered on my way to the west side To check upon on some chickens, it's a hell of a drive, so drive on As I hit my dodo stick to the breaking dawn Crime fighting's what I do and n***as in my crew Don't take lightly to you bustas and so we say f** you Then buck you, tuck you in for the night As you think about the paper at the funeral site So when I'm hangin' with the clique, and we in demand I feel good that the city of angels call me black superman [Hook: 2x] Now everybody sing Black superman Now everybody know Black superman [Interlude] *phone rings* [Hutch's answerphone:] "Yo this Hutch, I ain't in right now. But uh, leave a message at the beep. You know I'm out flossin' and tossin', dippin' and trippin'. You know what I'm sayin'?" [KM.G:] "Aye Hutch man uh, they just leavin' yo mama's house, um, I don't know what they got but, um man, they lookin' for us, man. Call me over at Peach's house." *hangs up phone* [Verse 2: Hutch (aka Cold 187um)] Now it was once said by an ol' loc G Always tryna come up, yeah, and that's a G Uh, cause when I bomb it's like a curse Cause see, once in a lifetime everybody did some dirt I guess it got to me the same So at the age of 15, I entered the dope game I had my game locked up tight In the day I went to school, but I clocked all night And when I went to cla** I always felt asleep But I was out like a motherf**er, if somebody beeped My teacher said, "Boy, can't it wait?" I said, "No, I got to put some mo' icing on my cake." I think I saved about 50 G's I bought a truck, a house, and a Coupé on D's Mom is trippin but she really don't know All I'm thinkin' is she ain't on the county no mo' Before my mama f**ed with the county again I'd rather take the risk of doin' 5 to 10 I'm not takin' a chance, I'm straight makin' a chance So now we deserve to get what we wanna get I got my mama up outta there Because y'all motherf**ers just don't care Uh, you really wanna know why I sold scum Because my mama to me comes number one Now you s**er motherf**ers don't understand But to my mama, I'm her real black superman [Hook: computer voice] [2x] Now everybody know Black superman Now everybody sing Black superman