Black Out - Deadly Venoms

We gon' ride while it’s hot ya’ll, first blood

Do or die, to the top, ya’ll, you know I’m with it

Spit bricks like a masonary, I masquerade

So hold on tight, you headed for an escapade

Intensive ride, any situation at hand

Street knowledge, no game, only rock with my fam

DV’s to the death, never backing us down

And if you think it’s gangsta, come to my part of town

You know the borough, QB never die

But I’mma thug it out, so throw your V’s in the sky

And get high, blacking out on this track

20 parts more, so step the fuck back

If your wack, keep that shit to a minimum

Smack you with the mic, while the bass is killing 'em

Murder murder, please on MC’s like the wind

I hear you knocking but I’m not letting you in

It ain’t the end, and if you blind, I’mma make you see

Got you shook under pressure like you in the army

So bitch please, you can never regulate this

Have you running scared like that fucking Blair Witch

It ain’t a game, Venom #1 is the name

I get my head right spitting venomous flame

I’mma get Rah like Digga, Flipmodes like Squad, my nigga

And Lord is my name, Champ from the Venom

Get the picture?

Venom #4, get raw

Raw is war, now the war’s on

I’m like Rock from, WWF, if you can.

Smell what I’m cooking, then play the left

I’m like the princess warrior of rap, Miss

Van Damme, kicking ass on rights

I’m like a runaway train, throw your ass off track for real

Rocks the World like fam boy will still

Spitting Venom in your vein, stopping all thoughts from going

Through your brain, nigga, it ain’t a game, it ain’t a game

Nigga, word up, the streets is watching

You was popping, wherever there drama, it ain’t no stopping

Shorty but thug, this is for my thug, and what

Oooh, get ya fingers out my butt

Still on my shitlist, can I get a witness?

Yeah, hitter, handle your business

Now what?

Venom, Venom, what what?

Venom, Venom, what, what, what what?

We gon' black out on this track, spit that

20 bars never coming wack, so step back

Hold it down when the snakes attack, we run that

Get that, rip that, Pretty Thugs, where you at?

I ramble on the tar heel, peep dudes paying up my bar meal

I can tell you how a hundred thousand dollar car feel

But I don’t brag on materialistics

I rather rap about rubbing on grits and biscuits

I think it’s lame, sippin' on expensive champagne

I sip the beer, and my buzz be the same thing

I like draft, like #1 picks do

Lyrically I blow like snot in tissue

I keep it plain, not a fly nail and hair chick

Yet and still, when I’m out, nigga stare quick

Rock stage with no rehearsing, I’m known for flirting

Chickens rap and every other word they cursing

One thing for sure, two things for certain

You think we look good on TV, wait til you see us in person

I was nice before Madonna was 'like a virgin'

This lucky star get you open like a surgeon

You on minimum wage working long hours

I get paid plenty while your songs in showers

Cuz mine is our, satisfied with what I got, forget mansions and yachts

It draws too much attention to cops

I can take off my Polo, look fly in an Izod

For most to do that, they gots to try hard

Get ready, for the flavor, I’m the pitcher

Look up N-Tyce in the dictionary, see my picture

Yeah, somebody check me in, I’m bout to pin this nigga to the mat

Take that, your dirty rat, don’t be coming back

WWF, what, what, Federation shit

Sucking it, like DX Generation

I’m more Vicious than Sid, split your wig

Don’t be fronting, here I come, ohh, like Hacksaw Jim Duggan

Ready to warn ya, I thought I told ya

I murder the master who taught ya, so enter torture

Agony and tragedy, and I ain’t even think about police bagging me

New York Undercover, but I ain’t Malik Yova

Bend that ass into pretzel formation, yo, you took yoga?

What the deal, how you feel, looking over, looking over you shoulder

The cops be dropping boulders, snatch your money, fold up

Well it give it up, turn it loose, dirty deuce

We a hundred percent proof, Smirnoff people

Out of cable, next time, we ain’t soft

More like them deadly chicks down to knock you off

Take you to the roof, make you jump off

To the last you lost, get off

Who in the hell left the gate open?

Chamel' of course

Camouflaged out on the low, kids scoping you out

Scoping you out, scoping you out