Black Hand Side Songtext / Lyric

(why ya'll ain't say. yooo

You know you supposed to say something to me)



Oh baby baby, ahh yeah, clap your hands y'all



Check it, dig it while i rip it

Check it while i wreck it

(give it to'm La)

Ok gimme a few seconds

First I give a shout to every Jersery born and bread head

And everybody in new york from to brunettes to read heads



Who got my back?

(Jersey got yo back)

Yo tell me who's got my back?

(the Bronx got your back)

Yo tell me who's got my back?

(Brooklyn got your back)

Yo yo yo yo who's got my back

(uptown got your back)






Thank you as I come back in to the beat

Give a shout out to my brother L.A.N.C.E

Up in heaven, resting, chilling, watching over me

You know you're too good to be forgotten

Poppa wasn't here but there was Lance in the house

It's only me and mommy you the man of the house



Always flip the scipt back to the old days

I used to rock it on the high school stage

I used to drink 40s back then I didn't blaze

Twitched to the pipe with the peace these days



Just go on to let you know I flow on

I'm wicked out my gluteus so ho on and ho on

(hooohhoo)

That's what we about to do

(hooohhoo)

Take you on a mission with the Flavor U



Uh, me no deal with no dibby dibby flip flop

I get mad when it comes to playing hip hop



But chill

(gimme five on the black hand side)

Just chill

(gimme five on the black hand side)

Yo chill

(gimme five on the black hand side)

Uh

(gimme five on the black hand side)

Come on chill

(gimme five on the black hand side)



Check it fear don't live in here

Tears don't bring me cheers

So gear for another year because I had it up to here



Yeah, I'm about through with you

You whack and bootie pooh with

Rip up the crew left and right hear the one and the two



I'm read-to-set-it-off again

Wanna bet I can wreck you and your next of kin

In fact don't make me have to get the royal getcha

Best ta your narrow ass up off that crack



Booking any show when I know that I'll pack it

Attacking with my tactics

I'm loaded like a full metal jacket



I'll flip mines to get mines

I'm happy to get with you

But you can't come out to play

Right now you got to much shit to do



It's all game it all sounds the same

The suckas know my name is sitting on the tips of their brains

But they shame, they scared to face me

Yet they want to disgrace me, erase me

They must be freaking crazy



I'm the la la la from haulstead

Bread with the queen with a prefix

It's off with your head

And that's a promise cause I don't make threats

So mind your neck cause it's about to get set



C'mon set it off (2x)

(gimme five on the black hand side)

Uh, set it off

(gimme five on the black hand side)

Somebody set it off

(gimme five on the black hand side)

Watch somebody set it off

(gimme five on the black hand side)

Ah



Check the queen set it off

Parley



Ah uh, yeah (3x)

Black reign 1993.

I'd like to welcome you to this album

Matter of fact I'd like to welcome you to a new day

A new day to hear me



Check this out ya'll