God Black / Black God Murs & 9th Wonder

[Verse 1]
They waving guns in South Central, same on the Southside
Gotta be a real nigga just to stand outside
I'm on the corner with my main man T-Smith
The streets done changed since they legalized the green shit
Need a new hustle now, gotta get up a bundle now
Flip a franchise, nigga need about a hundred thou'
Do it like Nipsey did, but I'm not a 60 Crip
Up on Slauson Ave, I'm supporting black businesses
Gotta be black-owned, money is the backbone
Gotta stick together like Terrace and his saxophone
Hoodsters, Hoovers, Treys and the Deucers
Let's all get together, man, and make some maneuvers
Homies got grandkids, on some grown man shit
Cream of the crop, we the kings of the planet
Used to be slaves, now look at what we made
We some leaders but we leading these people to the grave, yeah

[Chorus]
God Black, Black God, they don't understand
We come from black, return to black, that's the motherland
The universe expand and then we start again
To free the mind of every man, that's the fucking plan

[Verse 2]
I'm the great debater, both sides of the equator
See the truth, be the light, use it like a lightsaber
Dark skin Darth Vader and I'm sort of like SEGA
They don't make 'em like me no more, there's none greater
Broadcast, Dreamcast, me and 9th, we blast
Twelve gauge shotty, why you still shooting bean bags?
Think fast, we don't slack when we attack
Move like a Japanese cat in all black
Rooftop to rooftop, hip-hop the new rock
Now they selling t-shirts and tube socks with 2Pac
Too hot to handle and we too cold to hold
Send a couple nudes then I set some new goals
I'm tryna get her home, get it on, never sit alone
Freak these tales, man, you know the type of shit I'm on
Bad man, mad fans coming out the bad land
Drop pants, now I'm getting head like a CAT scan