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[intro: d.l. hughley (doc doom) {warcloud}]
so the other day, i’m listenin’ to the radio and sh-t
and i’m hearin’ these black kneez-ights
these m-th-f-ckas ‘sposed to be from the west coast and sh-t
(you hearin’ the knights homeboy, black knights)
but i ain’t hear no west coast in they sh-t, man
them n-gg-s sounded like east coast this, east coast that
(they from long beach, man, what you talkin’ about)
east coast this, man, them n-gg-s is talkin’ bout
dun-dun, and god-god and yo-this, yo-that (this is the sh-t, man)
them n-gg-s ain’t no killas, n-gg-
them n-gg-s is f-ckin’ east coast d-ck riders (f-ck this n-gg-, man)
i know the n-gg-s personally {i know the n-gg-s too} (black knights n-gg-)
man who the f-ck is you talkin’ about, i’m gino, n-gg-, and gino know
(f-ck gino, n-gg-) you ain’t know that (n-gg-, tell ’em to smack)
(f-ck you n-gg-!)

[beat kicks in]

[intro: doc doom]
bang that sh-t n-gg-, f-ck you
b-tch -ss n-gg-s talkin’ that bullsh-t
from the side of ya necks and sh-t, f-ck ya’ll n-gg-s
real west coast, n-gg-, right here n-gg-
m-th-f-ckin’ real, n-gg-, straight up, killa bee gang
n-gg-, gangstas, bank ya, shank ya
take ya m-th-f-ckin’ cash, m-th-f-ckin’ b-tch
take all ya m-th-f-ckin’ stash, it’s real, n-gg- black knights get ya cap
pesled
n-gg-, act like ya heard, n-gg-, it’s real, n-gg-, check the sh-t out n-gg-
yo, yo, aiyo

[doc doom]
i spit yae, my lyrics keep k’s and dodge cops
alone, i’m like capone movin’ weight on ya block
we keep glocks c-cked, lit daily, hop chevy’s and smoke heavy
every night we got b-tches shakin’ -ss in the telly
drunk off bailey’s, we the sh-t, so f-ck what ya tell me
i ain’t tryin’ to hear that bullsh-t, you tryin’ to sell me
on the low, like you n-gg-s don’t sound west coast
but it sounds to me, like you n-gg-s gossip like hoes
all on our d-ck, knowin’ n-body could f-ck wit this
rappin’ or scr-ppin’, blastin’ or jackin’, who want action
at the vet who haven’t lost his step yet, place ya bets
i’ve been doin’ this sh-t before quiet on the set
i’m violent wit a tec, don’t make me make these hollow heads eject
murder on c-ssette, black knights, we haven’t met our match yet

[warcloud]
chopped off fingers, seen you movin’ for the jackpot
all holocaust, i’m met up wit him in the crack spots
branches and skulls, straight razor lyrics, california
guns and begonias, burns you like ammonia
west coast junkyard convict from darkness
roll wit the heartless, murder you like an ar’ist
mean man hollow, the man who pain’ted flowers
string bl–dy teeth, then knock you over the towers
medieval cathedral, dance out with the skeletons
iron that veteran, heard of dead elephants
trampled through ya grave site, fungus in ya ear hole
blackboard jungle, humble, but watch my spear blow
wu-tang clan, warriors on the hillside
murder any m.c. sittin’, dinin’ wit the swells
pearl handle cougar knife, baby pist’ revolvers
shoot my way out, and dead bodies clog the doorway
a la carte, more vay, i rhyme the best charm
huffin’ on a blunt, wit an anaconda for left arm

[chorus x2: doc doom]
who got that real sh-t, n-gg-s blast too
b-tches shake that -ss too, hit you up wit they set, when they p-ss through
black knights got that hot sh-t, got ya hooker topless
in the c-ckpit of my drop six

[crisis]
the committee, control and patrol the inner city
off henny, remi and phillies, smack sadiddy b-tch silly
you feel me? heat holders, street patrollers, cannabis leaf rollers
we control this, had the baddest b-tch deep throat us
in public, she do it just because we wu-tang published
they love it, bust a nut and don’t think nothin’ of it
corrupted in the slums where the average hustle for crumbs
bustin’ they guns, we l-stin’ for funds

[monk]
dodgin’ dumb-dumbs, murder for fun, who want some
of this killa bee gang, bangin’ six mill beats
we spit hotter than the summer heat, mid july
always stay high, stay low, smoke gray khaki
blue d-ckie coats, chokin’ on that andy smoke
the knights the antidote… prescription

[crisis]
description
bar face abrazed undercover hit-men
wastin’ the sh-t like a religion, average, where ya livin’?
the unforgiven, hold ya own, never move ya pivot
n-gg-s is innocent as infants
don’t know nothin’ about thuggin’, bloodin’ or crippin’
street raps blow off ya knee caps for street scr-ps
in my hood, we all perform magic, cheat death, take a deep breath
lace up ya boots, c-ck and shoot
let it penetrate, just a little way gangstas communicate

[monk]
who to say the knights ain’t sh-t, n-gg-s get blew away
it’s obvious we too much, f-ck the such and such
ya click can’t rough, tough, low down and dangerous
or save the extras, we smoke blunts laced wit textures
of high explosive, take two, and can’t focused
p-ss it around, let it rotate, that’s on the eight
we lockin’ down cities, and sewin’ up states

[chorus x2]

[outro: doc doom]
m-th-f-ckin’ black knights, black tec’s
all my n-gg-s on deck, online
n-gg- f-ck ya’ll we be throwin’ up mind
gang signs, n-gg-, killa bee gang
f-ck where you from, f-ck ya hood that you claim
we bang, all day, all night
where i’m from? black m-th-f-ckin’ knights, n-gg-
straight up, west coast, k.b.g., killa bee gang, thought you knew
now you know, whose, stepped in the door, slappin’ wh-r-s
ya n-gg-s know me, n-gg-s gives a f-ck, doc doom
m-th-f-ckin’ black knight to the tomb, gangstas, don’t give a f-ck, bank ya
take ya cash out ya d-ckies, street’s risky, heh
ya n-gg-s know you can’t get with me, simply

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