Black Ops

[Chorus: Fat Ray]

Get the hardware, take it to the enemy

The hard-heads all here, man the artillery

Niggas go to war for their liberty

Black ops, arms and abilities

Get the hardware, take it to the enemy

The hard-heads all here, man the artillery

Niggas go to war for their liberty

Black ops, arms and abilities

[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson]

I'll turn your favorite artist to a mural

Put papes on it, with his birthday

A dash, and today's date on it

I didn't know I was confusing you, shit

We gotta eat, even murder these a musical this, this

This isn't for the weak hearted

You're who the streets target

With the tattle team, so we hurt one

Put them in the hospital, get them all together

And then the whole waiting room is getting magazines

Splatter dreams

Attitude is like gimme money and a bag of green

I'm blowing smoke signals at an Indian broad