I'm comin I'm comin I'm comin I am the Man in black I'm back breaking the back of the Random attacker so Can the flak Yo I'm dangerous I been trained
' I'm comin', I'm comin' I am the man in black, I'm back Breaking the back of the random attackers So can the flak, yo I'm dangerous I've been trained
will smith and puff It must have been tuff, brought up in the ghetto and that You must have had to sell crack to put clothes your back Look don't stereo
funkadelic relic (Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) Yeah, and it's the funkadelic relic (Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it) James Todd Smith
, yo Let dark pass no stunting >from the real Better get your 4 pound god Let's proceed Yo, what yo, yo Verse 1: la I run up on rap like boo smith
niggas fuckin wit that bake and that come back And always got a story like wait, I'ma come back Sometimes you gotta go away to make a come back And those
't no gimmick, it's tragic you know So don't be meddlin' with my boy and my hoe Lay low, hit the floor, I'm back Yo P, take me to the streets, that's
train The M-16 A2 the nine millimeter beretta BANG You better be dressed for wet weather soldier it's cold as North Dakota I'ma do whatever whatever to run your muthafuckin' ass BACK
, you won't live to see tomorrow Catch a slug in the back of your head at the Apollo I'm a hard act to follow, rugged Smith like Rollo (Let's mark that
never been token Go Uptown and the Bronx to boogie down Get strong on the Island, recoup and lay around Time to build my juice back up Props back up
roll on by Chorus And if you feel my love won't leave you And if your sorrow has been your share If you are traveling back to Georgia (oo ooo back
ain't fuckin' around Track Masters ain't fuckin' around Crazy Cat ain't fuckin' around The Madd Rapper ain't fuckin' around So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets Watch everybody on the train
Cents ain't fucking around Track Masters ain't fucking around Crazy Cat ain't fucking around The Madd Rapper aint fucking around So watch your backs, watch your pocket book Watch your pockets, watch everybody on the train
track train the beat in the back shake the weed in my lap the store on the north buy blunts by the pack -Equipto yea kick back, ease up, roll a fat blunt
you like to roam if you've got so much love at home What makes a man wander what makes a man wander The whistle of a train does something to your brain
the mic and cause a panic The original nasal kid is doing damage Every morning took the train to high street station Doing homework on the train, what a fucked up situation On the way back
to say (What, what?) There's just one thing that I, would like to say (Yeah, it's goin' down) We got tension in suspense, theme in variation Train robbery