Black Market Doomsday Productions (Ft. Brotha Lynch Hung, Mr. Doctor & N-Control)

[Talking]
The year is 1994
Black Market Records, 2001 Records, and Doomsday Productions
Combined forces to create an unfadable click
Make way for the hounds of the underground
Feel the fury, hahhaahaha

Verse 1: PIT
I put my hands in my pockets
They jiggle cus they fulla change
Sometimes bein broke make ya fall astray
But I got a better grip on myself
So I avoid gettin played short like a elf
Bust her side bust her in the head
Then watch all the yolk come runnin out his head
I'm tryin to stack a grip so dont let me hit this dank
Cus if I hit this dank, I'mma shoot me a bitch
Fuck it, *puff*, bang bang
Five minutes later, the cops came
I'm settin up shop for the black market
So if I aim at your mark-ass youre a target
Told you that I'd come but I came insane
Born braincell killas, scramblin niggas brains
If you gotta go you gotta go I like the six-fo
I'm pullin GTA's, it ain't yo's no mo'
Then I take it and strip it down and leave nothin but the frame
Then I'm gonna sell my cousin the gold thangs
Cop a bird and turn it over like a flapjack
Mo money mo money for black market