STS - Band Of Au lyrics

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STS - Band Of Au lyrics

[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 cla** 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 a** 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 n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a, 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 s**iest 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 n***a 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 n***as know they just can't f** 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 b**h what's up with Santigold Ay shawty f** with a n***a n***a n***a 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 n***a to sleep They call me mista n***a n***a when I'm out in the street Cause ain't no n***a n***a n***a n***a f**in 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 a**, and bad as mosquitoes You didn't know the falcons fly with eagles There we go talking that cash sh** Better than them mother f**ers talking that cash sh** Jam Boy funeral home, we stamp the motto on the casket k** em and we fill em we some ignorant ba*tards So the jig is on, your jig is up [??] before I give a f** I ain't sip the Kool-Aid when they pa**ed around the sippy cup You silly f**s, 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, n***a hell f** yeah Am I the illest up in Philly? That would be a conundrum Local a** n***as wrote verse out in London Anything you doing I already done done done Spit a couple bars at you n***as for fun fun [??] for the hookers you n***as don't want none Your crew run run run Your crew run run