The Screwed Up Click - Black Superman lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah, West-West y'all It's the Fat Rat with the Cheeze, Lil' O n***a Did you miss me n***a, hey [Lil' O] It's been, a long-long time But you waited patiently, like a long-long line Now I'm back with the crack, and the stracks on the grind Got the jugs from the drank, and a trunk full of nines If you need it then I got it, cause believe a n***a bought it Just to sell it back to you, trying to see a lil' profit If you ask me if I ball, if I feel the need to cop it And it cost a hundred thou', best believe that I can drive it So you do the math, n***a do the an*lysis I'll be in the kitchen whipping chickens, till my hand gets calises This hand costs ten, when I'm done Can you tell me what they value is, I bet you can't n***a Lil' O certified, bet you ain't n***a But these rocks, on my wrist'll make a n***a think n***a Like man, I ain't hustling right How the f** that boy shine, like the sun in the night I heard he just went to the j**eler, and he done him so right That if you stare up at his chest, it'll f** up your sight But if you jack, thinking that you gone luck up tonight You better know the P-89, ain't nothing nice In fact, n***a I got choppers that can cut up your pints I got goons that can rope your kids, and tuck in your wife In other words lil' daddy, I can f** up your life You better stop playing with me n***a, I'm black Superman (*talking*) West-West y'all, yeah This the Screwed Up Click underground n***a It don't get no more gutter than this n***a [Lil' O] I'm the from the group, where the n***as hearts cold But the block's on fire Boys in the Penn or the jail, they do not retire Nobody snitch where shots get fired, it is what it is If you gotta go to war, then you handle your biz' And I'd for my pride, you can't handle the kid And I'd box for my pride, you can't handle the kid n***a win lose or draw mayn it is what it is, hey Somebody better tell em I got million dollar thoughts, all up in my cell-bellum Anybody try to stop it, best believe they end up smelling Found asleep in his car, with a hole in his melon n***a This is mobster sh** n***a S.U.C., we a mobster click Some of us got the drank, others got them bricks But we all got flow, n***a knock this sh** This is real, like Pac and sh** This is pull it out music, go on ahead and drop your top and sh** Man my flow will make a n***a, wanna cop a brick Knock off a piece and chain, and go rock his wrist Cause I'm gutter n***a (*talking*) S.U.Ceezy baby, Fat Rat with the Cheezy baby It's Lil' O n***a, South West-West y'all whoa