BLAQ ON BLAQ (feat. Luciano)

Blaq on Blaq, back to back
Rolling through the city in the Cadillac
Back right like the president
Get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Blaq on Blaq, stack on stack
New Pack, when my Mindy is in the Belly
HoodBlaq makes left, right, Big Tracks
F*** Trap, German rappers make Chit-Chat

Dry Sift commercialla [?] (Cash)
She wants my money, but [?] (Hahaha)
Just walk a day in my shoes (Gang)
And you s*** on [?] (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
Stone customers stick like in withdrawal (Yes, bam)
Increasing sales, I'm on balloons (Bam)
Every day Bela, not a day to rest (Haha)
F*** the Baddie on [?] (Gang, Gang)
Boxes of Haze (Bow) and boxes of Cali (Bow)
I draw a few lines (Yes), she pops a Xanny (Yes)
Abiat, Flex goes like [mon chérie?] (Bow, bow, bow)
On Strad in Jogger, we come too heavy (Gang, Gang, Gang)
F*** on observations (Huh?), supply the Müşteris (Yes, yes, yes)
[?] At Belly (Yes, yes, yes)
Do [?] with a few Tauis on the phone (Yes, yes, yes)

(Ho-ho-ho-) HoodBlaq, movies
We are the reason why cases are busy with cops (Gang)
New Jack in front of my blade (Yeah, yeah)
Whole Gang pull up and also have Extended with (F***)
You can't f*** with the malis pussy, otherwise you'll end up like Pop Smoke (Brr, bow)
Back then in the park with a few Gs, today I lean [the cover?] [?]
Spin your block with the real ones
Eat my bullets, welcome to the West (Bow, bow, bow)
La-la-let them with two hundred wounds, investigations are ongoing, perpetrator has long disappeared
Rounds in a blood frenzy (Bow, bow), let my anger out, no evidence found (Ey, ey, crazy, crazy)
My lawyer says (Yey), it looks good, phones have been sunk in the Rhine for too long (Bow, bow, bow)

[Hook: Mali & Luciano]
Blaq on Blaq, back to back
Rolling through the city in the Cadillac (Negro)
Back right like the president
Get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent (Wow, wow)
Blaq on Blaq, stack on stack
New Pack, when my Mindy is in the Belly (Yeah)
HoodBlaq makes left, right, Big Racks
F*** Trap, German rappers make Chit-Chat

Still boys in the group who shoot and stab for Loco, Habibi (Wow)
Come with a sharp Katana for you and for the back a sharp 9 milli (Wow, wow)
Loco has power, twenty-two shots, look, the shooter pays
[?] from back then, a slap from back then
Lan, talk sensibly, still hungry (Shawty)
Broke the windows of the gas station with five kilos hammer for quick Dinero (Flex)
Go ask Cuzos on the street, Loco was really active in the Bando (Wow)
Drunk in Barcelona, Lucio Casanova
Bunker under the sofa for the Hak per month
You remember, I'm a street kid
It's in me, I pull the Extendo Clip (Wow)

Blaq on Blaq, back to back
Rolling through the city in the Cadillac
Up and down like a president
Richard Mille, [black?], all real
You can't f*** with dem Locos pussy otherwise you end up in a trunk
Still real in my circle (Wow, wow, wow, wow)
Still at night in my closet (Extendo Clip)

Blaq on Blaq, back to back
Rolling through the city in the Cadillac
Back right like the president
Get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Blaq on Blaq, stack on stack
New Pack, when my Mindy is in the Belly
HoodBlaq makes left, right, Big Tracks
F*** Trap, German rappers make Chit-Chat

From the block to the stage, but still never show my face (Never)
Don't talk much and send me your place (Send)
Push Drugs with style, have Cali and Jay (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
My bros are real, yesterday is fake
Hit after hit, and my Youngin makes away (Yeah)
Look, the money is black and the Thottie gives head (Yeah)
Big Boy Shit, Lucio Loco, HoodBlaq (Yeah)
Your bro is dead now and the shooter all black (Yeah)
When I say it's raining, I don't mean rain (Haha), but a few bullets flying (Haha, gang wars)
Born in the crisis, got biceps from weighing packets for years (Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
The Nine is deep, better call your friend
On the phone with slang, order for the gang (Gang)
Real Yardie, the SIM card is burning
Batty-Boy run, my gun goes bang (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)

I could write a book about what I experience in just one day (Bra)
Constant trouble in the city, I make my rounds and see how I count (Boom, boh)
I'm getting dizzy, I only see [?], maybe they'll come to the Trap House today
I tell my Youngin, not even two seconds and you [?]
The block is hungry for more, found food? For me you're just a dessert (Grass)
Hold my finger on the trigger for so long, I don't feel it anymore (Grra, grra)
On the assault rifle, there are dead like sand on the beach
The SEK can't keep up
Middle finger up, nique ta mère (Grra, pah)

Blaq on Blaq, back to back
Rolling through the city in the Cadillac
Back right like the president
Get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Blaq on Blaq, stack on stack
New Pack, when my Mindy is in the Belly
HoodBlaq makes left, right, Big Tracks
F*** Trap, German rappers make Chit-Chat