Heen Bout It Black Rain Ent.

[Hook: T-Rock]
He talk alot about the game but he ain't got it, heen got it
He talk alotta gangsta shit but he ain't 'bout it, heen 'bout it
Come test my gangsta lil buddy like we ain't rowdy
Watch me empty out the clip and leave the murder scene cloudy
Pussy nigga ya ain't 'bout it, he ain't 'bout it
Who you buckin' who you blastin'? He ain't ride it, he ain't ride it
He ain't really 'bout that action, he ain't 'bout it, he ain't 'bout it
Who you buckin' who you blastin'? He ain't ride it, he ain't ride it
He ain't really 'bout that action, he ain't 'bout it

(Young David nigga, Area 51 in this motherfucker)

[Verse 1: T-Rock]
You got my back and you see rebels who strapped to the T
We come in peace but get wrong and get body bagged for the beef
.44 mag it's a beast, pop at yo ass, you deceased
Leave you lay flat in the street, go 'head and toe-tag 'em to sleep
No love in my heart on this song, now that I'm heartless and grown
Don't leave yo artist alone, he ain't really harder than stone
I'm a fool with the infra beam when I put it right to a niggas spleen
Burn flesh up like nicotine, cut heads off like guillotines
You don't wanna see tips fly when I blast ya
You ready? You about to meet the eyes of the master
Fakin' on the mic about the money, motherfucker you a counterfeit, Ipromise I despise the reactor
And to you pussy niggas tryin' to take nigga name, get the fuck up out the game, recognize I been nice
I'm gettin' (?) and kilos, you try to underplay a nigga ego with the knife to yo windpipe
You in the grace of David and you really wanna face the greatest? I raise the hatred
Give up ... the faces
The art of war nobody today is greater
... daily basis (?) engages
In the hands of killers who parade the places
Robbin' motherfuckers ... in all ...
Cock gauge and waste ya