Sudden Death (Interlude)

[Verse 1: Professor Griff] Virgin bitches with rockin' clitches, gettin' riches Snitchin' and trippin' your way into the here at The devil carried the cross to Christ On the back of a black angelic hood rat On an anti low jack crack hat I'm humble but I'll rumble With any given devil on any given level But must I put into effect And black caught ??? No don't test me Checks from the ass to the throne Grown, I'ma do it my way Oh, by the way, I don't play So what you say about this lost and found In lust but bound To get the stacks from the last sex acts Sack the Government tongue kissed the devils daughter And sent native daughters to the slaughter The last six chapters of an anti-nigga knock Entitled life in the fast lane Like death, in the last lane I live, until the day I die I live, until the day I cry I'm dead, the day I lie I'm not takin' pay off's and lay off's Knockin' G's off from the tip off Less academic callories Hope to make a high price salary I got 40 acres to comphiscate I got a mule that can't wait to ??? On who gets paid And who gets laid And who gets saved And who gets sprayed By burnt pale faces, fiends in high places Faces and faces chasin' traces and cases and cases of case suits Gettin' loot in a two piece multi national corporation noose Around the neck of his pops Got locked and dropped by a dirty cop Stop! I got an attitude how do you figure Am I supposed to be a nigga? Am I supposed to be a nigga? Am I supposed to be a nigga? Am I supposed to be a nigga?