Gangsta Act (Black Knights)

Yeah (yeah yeah) the Black Knights (Black Knights) {Tell these bitch niggas to snatch up Before these bitch niggas get smashed up} Yo, we gon' show you gangsta's get down (gangsta's get down) North Town, Compton, Cali bound (Cali bound) {Yeah, niggas Black Knights, Dogg Pound, we surround, nigga) Yeah, we gon' clown (clown these bitch ass niggas) My reign of terror is endless, ghetto physical fitness Leave ya on the floor twitchin', bitchin' cuz ya here wit The four/fifth, we empty out and reload clips Fuck who you roll wit, the faggot niggas don't control shit We the opposite, lockin' shit, while y'all blow dick Deep throat these hollow tips, let open up, lay stiff Label the memory, should've known the clones, death's the penalty Murderin' colonies, high jack communities, street journalist Ghetto shit, could deaf the you and me Dirty documents, invest every slum in the continent The elocutionist, sharpshooter, revolutionist Street scientist, got ya eyein' this, Crisis, about to ruin shit I long dick tracks from the back, on the attack Raw dog, knock all ya'll, disconnect, but stall ya'll Run wit minutes, handle business, never stop Until it's finished, niggas is foul, cripple ya style Willie McGuiness, tackle tracks, break backs and snatch ya money stack Jaw jabber bloody that, show you how a thug react I'm so tired of ya gangsta cats, wit ya half ass gangsta raps Puttin' on gangsta acts, we gon' show you how a gangsta act We run up in ya club and ya dubs get gangsta snatched Now ain't that how a gangsta act, ain't that how a gangsta act Now ain't that how a gangsta act Straight from out the bowels of killa Cal' Where niggas don't smile at all Stick you up in broad daylight, fuck waitin' until night fall Snatch ya chain right off, ya neck, put ya lights out Then jet back to the set, then dip another wet Killa shits, all you gon' hear from the killa click Killa Bee Gang bangers, dark hearted, lunatics Ya mix up in heavy light, only fuck bitches that's already tight To open they legs, so I can sweat it right Ya damn right, we be the hardest, gangsta rap artists In this industry, you wanna hear shit? Then call us At 1-800-BLACK-KNIGHTS, fuck where ya fools from If you in my hood, home-boy, you better have ya gun On ya side, cuz I know a gang of niggas that done died In these streets, slippin' without a heat But I'm glad that it ain't me, that's trapped in the dirt Cuz 'fore I go, I gotta leave my mom's a desert Monk rock mics over Hennessey, bitch spittin' that real nigga shit How long where niggas don't die, we just get high and take flicks Smoke weed and hit licks, talk shit, and hit tricks Move weight by the bricks, and shoot kites to convicts That killa Cal' shit, Cadillac's and Rego's and Lolo's Slippin' on them D's, the Knights wit flat beds and lolo Post for gangsta photos and high top chucks Show you how a gangsta act, cuz we don't give a fuck Young niggas off the block, that uncontrolled, unorthodox Gettin' money, lookin' bummy, same gear for three days Wet like a tidal wave, ya punks better behave When the nights come through, push through like trouble makers Unstoppable, off the top, my brigade controls the block Kurupt Young Gotti, hell hound number one, nigga Check it out ... nigga Gangsta, gangsta, bitches and hoes Muthafuckas jack for they switches and folds I'm concrete wit caliber's, to shade these out-of-lesson niggas Like Excalibur in separate sections, see Talon touch niggas like fingertips That put anything in ya pockets in my fingertips To touch my palm, you soak and expand my mind Hit niggas in separable places at the same time Poetical stand bomb, nigga, scodelic relic Skatin' like ice, and wit the .38 to ya pelvis Smokin' on somethin', pokin' on somethin' Apply the pressure to the gates, rollin' on hundreds Save ya self nigga, cuz you know you don't want it Sixteen bitches, sixteen switches Matrix and new glitches to canyon niggas in ditches Black Knights and the Pound, Young Gotti the real hound, nigga