Black Mozart Lyrics - Inspectah Deck

*sounds of fighting* 

Stupid fool, you're forcing me to kill you! 

Yeah, you know how it go 

Fresh from the stationary hall of justice 

Real rhyming, real movement, real life 

Word up, we just chilling, ten bottles of Crug' on the wall 

Youknowhatimsaying? Straight up, for real 

Yo, RZA, talk to these niggas, man, let's go, man, for real 

Yo, Rah, what up? Let's go, yeah, gangsta shit, groovy shit 

Raw shit, secret indictment shit, yeah 

Secret indictments, be careful, niggas 

For real, let's go 

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You better get that money, no matter, what you do 

You gotta get that money, and represent your crew 

And keep it true 

As reaper stay sprayed, still niggas is smoked 

Four in his pocket, a diamoned up chain and some coke 

Champion hood, the goodies in a brown bag, by the radiator 

Near the cookies and the bundles of dope 

Fishscalers, I live in elevators and gross 

All this paper, profit make her lay there and post 

With them Adidas that Bruce wore, stay in the juice bar 

All I know if you saw me, you thought I was broke 

Black, yo, I been hustling since niggas was busting guns 

And scuffling, and jumping niggas over some coats 

We play the S&S rooftop, Latin Quarter, Polo popes 

Who hung out with all the Eighthers and GOAT's 

Yo RZA, you crazy man 

This that Black Mozart shit, right here 

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Yo, I used to scramble hard, radio strapped, to the handlebars 

Fifty deep, in the lobby large, rocking camouflage 

Dark Caesar holding my nuts, played the building front 

Fit the Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt 

Just growing up, schooled by O.G.'s, holding O's and up 

Daily new drama unfold, they popped 'em over, what? 

It's so rough, nobody know him, so what? 

Aiyo, the money's close by, homey, show me the stuff 

Borough hopping, copping bricks, bags, burners and kicks 

City slickers, circling the strip, working them tricks 

Like friday night cruise in the Coupe, new valor suit 

Fruit flavored kicks, taking flicks out in 40 Deuce 

Farmer jeans, hammer swing, tucked in the loot 

How they hit Miss Fisher, they was busting at suit 

Up in 54, underground, parrot and Q 

Made man with the grey shams, wrapping the boo 

Stay flam, every day, fam, stacking my loot 

Eighty grams in the cake, bam, packages flew 

Sipping passion fruit, Alize, in back of the Ooh 

We soldiers, boy, we soldiers 

Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders 

We soldiers, boy, we soldiers 

Bighead, I thought I told ya 

We soldiers, boy, we soldiers 

Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders 

Bighead, I thought I told ya 

We soldiers, boy, we soldiers