"You heard about what's goin' on in there?"
"Heard a lotta bullshit cocked, I know that much"
"This isn't bullshit, my friend"
"Do you know somethin'?"
"Don't listen" "What'd you know?"
"Maybe I do and maybe I don't"
"What I say is that they ain't got no business negotiating"
"We gonna be goin' back in there wit' a bullet for everybody in the yard"
"Oh, is that right?"
"We do it now, we do it later, later it can be no use"
"Am I right Al?"
"Now, wait, wait, wait minute, Frank"
"We gotta a lotta angry guys in there
Black Muslims, Panthers, Young Lords
Besides your average anti-social"
"So we gotta go in right, clean they're clocks"
('94 revolution)

I hit the loose juice, and pulls up in the deuce
He gives me the scoop about the fake ass truce
And how nigga's out there wanna play
I take another hit of the way and then I blast away
(How far playa?) Far enough to go off the edge
I push another nigga off the ledge
So I stumble as I slide to the Chevy
Yeah, my eyes kinda teary and gun kinda heavy
I'm a walkin' dead man is what they call me when I'm comin'
Got the big S on my chest, so I'm kinda gunnin'
High powered on my way to the west side
To check upon on some chickens, it's a hell of a drive, so drive on
As I hit my dodo stick to the break of dawn
Crime fighting's what I do, and nigga's in my crew
Don't take lightly, to you busters, and so we say fuck you
Then buck you, tuck you in for the night
As you think about the paper at the funeral sight
So when I'm hangin' wit' the click and we in demand
I feel good that the city of angel's call me Black Superman

Yeah-yeah
Now everybody sing, 'Black Superman'
Yeah-yeah
Does anybody know Black Superman?
Yeah-yeah
Everybody sing, 'Black Superman'
Yeah-yeah
Does anybody know Black Superman?
Yeah-yeah

"Yo, this Hutch, I ain't in right now
But uh, leave a message at the beep
You know I'm out flossin', tossin', dippin' and trippin'
You know what I'm sayin'?"
"Ayy, Hutch, man, uh, they just raided yo' mama's house, man, um
I don't know what they got, but um
I'm broke, man
Uh, they lookin' for us, man
Call me over Peach's house, man"

Now it was once said by a ol' Loc G
Always tryna come up, and yeah, that's a G
Uh, 'cause when I bomb it's like a curse
'Cause see, once in a lifetime everybody did some dirt
I guess it got to me the same
So at the age of fifteen, I entered the dope game
I had my cane locked up tight
In the day I went to school, but I clocked all night
And when I went to class I always fell asleep
But I was out like a motherfucker, if somebody beeped
My teacher say, "Boy, can't it wait?"
I said, "No, I got to put some mo' icin' on my cake"
I think I saved about fifty Gs
I bought a truck, a house, and a coupe on D's
Moms is trippin' but she really don't know
All I'm thinkin' is she ain't on the county no mo'
Before my mama fucked wit' the county again
I'd rather take the risk of doin' five to ten
I'm not takin' a check, I'm straight makin' the checks
So now we deserve to get what we wanna get
I got my mama up outta there
Because y'all motherfucker's just don't care
Uh, you really wanna know why I sold scum?
Because my mama to me comes number one
Now you sucka motherfucker's don't understand
But to my mama, I'm her real Black Superman

Yeah-yeah
Does anybody know Black Superman?
Yeah-yeah
Now everybody sing, 'Black Superman'
Yeah-yeah
Does anybody know Black Superman?
Now everybody sing, 'Black Superman' (yeah-yeah)
Yeah-yeah

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Word Collections Publishing
Writer(s): Anthony Stewart, Clarence Satchell, Gregory Allen Webster, Gregory Frenard Hutchison, Jimmy Russell, Kevin Michael Gulley, Leroy Bonner, Marshall Eugene Jones, Marvin R Pierce, Norman Bruce Napier, Ralph Middlebrooks, Walter Junie Morrison