Crni Cerak feat. Rizz,Ivvke - NE4
Don’t talk that shit about money, ’Cause money’s gonna buy you a coffin. Don’t talk that shit about chicks, ’Cause your girl’s giving me head. Nike shoes, weed in the blunt, girl on the stick, You better stop it, ‘cause here it’s easy— While you’re chilling at home with your chick, Biba’s on the track with Rizz, You know what’s coming— You know what’s coming, it’s a murder. Double Chivas and coke on the right, I roll a joint, then play my tracks. In the dark there’s ten of us, That’s like your fifty. Rappers, where you at? We’re tearing shit up like hoes and bags, We’re tearing shit up like hoes and bags, Do you know whose month it is? You won’t survive, this ain’t no western. While you were in class, I was on the street with the gang, Learning the hustle with the gang. Crni Cerak, black Newcastle. ⸻ Cold like a raid, dark like London, She don’t know no manners (Ah), Undressing pronto, plays with the dick like a ball. I’m the doctor here, Žarkovo Compton, I’m the doctor here, Žarkovo Compton, Žarkovo Compton — I’m the doctor here. ⸻ We’re black Cerak, pouring out poison, Flash in the dark, filming the cops, On the couch with a chick, shooting videos, Dusting off rappers like bots. Look at my brothers, like gods, Under the hood they wear horns. For small money you’ll buy slaves, Then end up in graves ‘cause of debts. Anyone who says he tried it — lies, ‘cause he had to. Small cash just for a pass, But our times are just coming. A mistake could cost you, Money’s been sent to the brothers inside. The numbers have risen — I don’t see the rest of you. ⸻ Run a man down in my raincoat at the station, gotta say no (Negative), Slash man’s chest for the words that he said, send him to God like “Hey, bro.” Won’t stop till I see he’s got a halo (Nah), Then bounce from the scene, gotta lay low (Bounce). He formal, he color like a rainbow, What you sayin’, bro? You can get shaved up. If he gets seen on Elswick Road, I swear, he can’t help this all, like ****, Got stabbed when I held this poke, [?] run with your helmet, bro. We got [?] in that Elvis, Swing that **** pelvis still (Swing, swing, swing, swing). Pissed, no you can’t help him, slipped and lacked, what have I taught him? Plan goes wrong, I’m wingin’ it, Swingin’ them shanks with brilliance. Me and Rizz like Ferb and Phineas, Don’t talk about war, we’re winnin’ this. Spill this juice with Bruce like swimmin’, Bleach that shit, get rid of it, grab that dots for that job, by fillin’ it. See me with Chris, it’s a sticky predicament. ⸻ They can never say we’re actin’ bad, All the top boys been touched by gang (Top boys). We make juice start leaking out, Then I’m pickin’ ’em off like Duck Duck Goose. Blood on my face, I was quite amazed How good this blood got stuck on my shoes, Or that knife got stuck in his arms (Ouch). Pull up like “Wah gwaan,” got caught like mystery. Out on a farm I sneak up close with a sword in my palm, Sneak up like “Please, be quiet.” I’m really getting tired of all the screams. And we really got sons in the rap game, But the trap game made me and my team. [?] rollin’, run for black blade in your back, We’re sniffin’ out that green.
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Don’t talk that shit about money, ’Cause money’s gonna buy you a coffin. Don’t talk that shit about chicks, ’Cause your girl’s giving me head. Nike shoes, weed in the blunt, girl on the stick, You better stop it, ‘cause here it’s easy— While you’re chilling at home with your chick, Biba’s on the track with Rizz, You know what’s coming— You know what’s coming, it’s a murder. Double Chivas and coke on the right, I roll a joint, then play my tracks. In the dark there’s ten of us, That’s like your fifty. Rappers, where you at? We’re tearing shit up like hoes and bags, We’re tearing shit up like hoes and bags, Do you know whose month it is? You won’t survive, this ain’t no western. While you were in class, I was on the street with the gang, Learning the hustle with the gang. Crni Cerak, black Newcastle. ⸻ Cold like a raid, dark like London, She don’t know no manners (Ah), Undressing pronto, plays with the dick like a ball. I’m the doctor here, Žarkovo Compton, I’m the doctor here, Žarkovo Compton, Žarkovo Compton — I’m the doctor here. ⸻ We’re black Cerak, pouring out poison, Flash in the dark, filming the cops, On the couch with a chick, shooting videos, Dusting off rappers like bots. Look at my brothers, like gods, Under the hood they wear horns. For small money you’ll buy slaves, Then end up in graves ‘cause of debts. Anyone who says he tried it — lies, ‘cause he had to. Small cash just for a pass, But our times are just coming. A mistake could cost you, Money’s been sent to the brothers inside. The numbers have risen — I don’t see the rest of you. ⸻ Run a man down in my raincoat at the station, gotta say no (Negative), Slash man’s chest for the words that he said, send him to God like “Hey, bro.” Won’t stop till I see he’s got a halo (Nah), Then bounce from the scene, gotta lay low (Bounce). He formal, he color like a rainbow, What you sayin’, bro? You can get shaved up. If he gets seen on Elswick Road, I swear, he can’t help this all, like ****, Got stabbed when I held this poke, [?] run with your helmet, bro. We got [?] in that Elvis, Swing that **** pelvis still (Swing, swing, swing, swing). Pissed, no you can’t help him, slipped and lacked, what have I taught him? Plan goes wrong, I’m wingin’ it, Swingin’ them shanks with brilliance. Me and Rizz like Ferb and Phineas, Don’t talk about war, we’re winnin’ this. Spill this juice with Bruce like swimmin’, Bleach that shit, get rid of it, grab that dots for that job, by fillin’ it. See me with Chris, it’s a sticky predicament. ⸻ They can never say we’re actin’ bad, All the top boys been touched by gang (Top boys). We make juice start leaking out, Then I’m pickin’ ’em off like Duck Duck Goose. Blood on my face, I was quite amazed How good this blood got stuck on my shoes, Or that knife got stuck in his arms (Ouch). Pull up like “Wah gwaan,” got caught like mystery. Out on a farm I sneak up close with a sword in my palm, Sneak up like “Please, be quiet.” I’m really getting tired of all the screams. And we really got sons in the rap game, But the trap game made me and my team. [?] rollin’, run for black blade in your back, We’re sniffin’ out that green.
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