Artist: DJ Rude One f/ Roc Marciano Album: ONEderful Song: Triple Black Benz Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro] (Bumbaclot!) Marc... DJ Rude One, waddup baby? (DJ Rude, One) Yeah, uh... [Roc Marciano] Uh... for my niggaz in the clique, gotta rep right I got a good life (got a good life), hood stripes (hood stripes) Push white, never been the shook type (...NAH!) Got sons in the game, but nah we don't look alike (Nope!) The money don't look right, I ain't even gotta look twice (nope) The shit look a lil' light, get you booked for your lil' bullshit ice Pull shit, got a full clip, don't think I won't let it rip Won't listen to your rhetoric Gettin head up in the tenement, you can tell I'm in my element Hundred block boy, push fire like a hot boy, 25-car convoy Fly boy, my boys, never jumpin out a Envoy - never that Bust shots at ya head wrap, then head back Leave you witcha head back, dead and wet on an air bag Fuck nigga, might even send a wetback, might send a ho Bad bitch worth a centerfold, gettin bread like a dinner roll Whatchu think a nigga in it fo'? Pimpstead, if you didn't know Shoulda knew it from the get-go, for your info I'm a real pimp, doe Pop shit you can sent fo', shit is simple At yo' Pinto (pop pop!), send shots at you any way the wind blow, then blow [Chorus] I-95 on the turnpike Whatchu niggaz really know about a gangsta's life? Triple black Benz with a trunk full of white Triple black Benz with a trunk full of white I-95 on the turnpike Whatchu niggaz really know about a gangsta's life? Triple black Benz with a trunk full of white Triple black Benz with a trunk full of white [Roc Marciano] Yo, yo... Money over hoes, cars and clothes Cigars and robes, niggaz got chose Put yo' b out on the strip, ten toes (Whoa!) Coke on the stove, my wrist is froze (froze!) My b is cold, baby it's finna snow (whoo!) Ring full of stones, skull and bones I ain't talkin Geroge Bush, I'm talkin runnin dope I'm sippin rum and Coke, heed all of my young'ns toke Mash with a bankroll, ain't no pot of gold by the rainbow Get money, lay low, bay' bro, show you lil' niggaz how the game go Move that white, bitch~! Day and night shift Whip it right, bitch~! Yeah, I got a nice wrist D.A. on my back, said I'm a flight risk When I spray that Mac, you pray I might miss Cut yo' faggot ass off like a light switch That's some light shit, that's just some real life shit [Chorus]