So the other day, I'm listenin' to the radio and %#@!
And I'm hearin' these Black Kneez-ights

These mutha$#&@as 'sposed to be from the West Coast and %#@!
(You hearin' the Knights homeboy, Black Knights)
But I ain't hear no West Coast in they %#@!, man

Them ^!$$%s sounded like East Coast this, East Coast that
(They from Long Beach, man, what you talkin' about)
East Coast this, man, them ^!$$%s is talkin' bout

Dun-dun, and God-God and yo-this, yo-that (This is the %#@!, man)
Them ^!$$%s ain't no killas, ^!$$%
Them ^!$$%s is $#&@in' East Coast dick riders ($#&@ this ^!$$%, man)

I know the ^!$$%s personally {I know the ^!$$%s too} (Black Knights ^!$$%)
Man who the $#&@ is you talkin' about, I'm Gino, ^!$$%, and Gino know
($#&@ Gino, ^!$$%) You ain't know that (^!$$%, tell 'em to smack)

($#&@ you ^!$$%!)





Bang that %#@! ^!$$%, $#&@ you

(*##$ $$# ^!$$%s talkin' that bull%#@!
From the side of ya necks and %#@!, $#&@ ya'll ^!$$%s
Real West Coast, ^!$$%, right here ^!$$%

Mutha$#&@in' real, ^!$$%, straight up, Killa Bee Gang
^!$$%, gangstas, bank ya, shank ya
Take ya mutha$#&@in' cash, mutha$#&@in' (*##$

Take all ya mutha$#&@in' stash, it's real, ^!$$% Black Knights get ya cap
pesled
^!$$%, act like ya heard, ^!$$%, it's real, ^!$$%, check the %#@! out ^!$$%

Yo, yo, aiyo



I spit yae, my lyrics keep k's and dodge cops
Alone, I'm like Capone movin' weight on ya block
We keep glocks @@#!ed, lit daily, hop Chevy's and smoke heavy

Every night we got (*##$es shakin' $$# in the telly
Drunk off Bailey's, we the %#@!, so $#&@ what ya tell me
I ain't tryin' to hear that bull%#@!, you tryin' to sell me

On the low, like you ^!$$%s don't sound West Coast
But it sounds to me, like you ^!$$%s gossip like hoes
All on our dick, knowin' nobody could $#&@ wit this

Rappin' or scrappin', blastin' or jackin', who want action
At the vet who haven't lost his step yet, place ya bets
I've been doin' this %#@! before Quiet on the Set

I'm violent wit a Tec, don't make me make these hollow heads eject
Murder on cassette, Black Knights, we haven't met our match yet



Chopped off fingers, seen you movin' for the jackpot
All Holocaust, I'm met up wit him in the crack spots

Branches and skulls, straight razor lyrics, California
Guns and begonias, burns you like ammonia
West Coast junkyard convict from darkness

Roll wit the heartless, murder you like an ar'ist
Mean man hollow, the man who pain'ted flowers
String bloody teeth, then knock you over the towers

Medieval cathedral, dance out with the skeletons
Iron that veteran, heard of dead elephants
Trampled through ya grave site, fungus in ya ear hole

Blackboard jungle, humble, but watch my spear blow
Wu-Tang Clan, warriors on the hillside
Murder any M.C. sittin', dinin' wit the swells

Pearl handle cougar knife, baby pist' revolvers
Shoot my way out, and dead bodies clog the doorway
A la carte, more vay, I rhyme the best charm

Huffin' on a blunt, wit an anaconda for left arm



Who got that real %#@!, ^!$$%s blast too
(*##$es shake that $$# too, hit you up wit they set, when they pass through
Black Knights got that hot %#@!, got ya hooker topless

In the @@#!pit of my drop six



The committee, control and patrol the inner city
Off Henny, Remi and Phillies, smack sadiddy (*##$ silly
You feel me? Heat holders, street patrollers, cannabis leaf rollers
We control this, had the baddest (*##$ deep throat us
In public, she do it just because we Wu-Tang published

They love it, bust a nut and don't think nothin' of it
Corrupted in the slums where the average hustle for crumbs
Bustin' they guns, we lustin' for funds



Dodgin' dumb-dumbs, murder for fun, who want some
Of this Killa Bee Gang, bangin' Six Mill beats
We spit hotter than the summer heat, mid July
Always stay high, stay low, smoke gray Khaki
Blue dickie coats, chokin' on that Andy smoke

The Knights the antidote... prescription


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Bar face abrazed undercover hit-men

Wastin' the %#@! like a religion, average, where ya livin'?
The unforgiven, hold ya own, never move ya pivot
^!$$%s is innocent as infants
Don't know nothin' about thuggin', Bloodin' or Crippin'
Street raps blow off ya knee caps for street scraps
In my hood, we all perform magic, cheat death, take a deep breath

Lace up ya boots, @@#! and shoot
Let it penetrate, just a little way gangstas communicate


Who to say the Knights ain't %#@!, ^!$$%s get blew away
It's obvious we too much, $#&@ the such and such
Ya click can't rough, tough, low down and dangerous

Or save the extras, we smoke blunts laced wit textures
Of high explosive, take two, and can't focused
Pass it around, let it rotate, that's on the eight
We lockin' down cities, and sewin' up states





Mutha$#&@in' Black Knights, black Tec's
All my ^!$$%s on deck, online
^!$$% $#&@ ya'll we be throwin' up mind
Gang signs, ^!$$%, Killa Bee Gang
$#&@ where you from, $#&@ ya hood that you claim
We bang, all day, all night

Where I'm from? Black mutha$#&@in' Knights, ^!$$%
Straight up, West Coast, K.B.G., Killa Bee Gang, thought you knew
Now you know, whose, stepped in the door, slappin' !@^%s
Ya ^!$$%s know me, ^!$$%s gives a $#&@, Doc Doom
Mutha$#&@in' Black Knight to the tomb, gangstas, don't give a $#&@, bank ya
Take ya cash out ya dickies, street's risky, heh
Ya ^!$$%s know you can't get with me, simply