This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
You've now entered the quest to, the black triangle
Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, hahaha
Yes it has many meanings, but no matter how you define it
It still comes out black
See it's just a hair trim
So you can call it what you want
[2Pac]
Now I clown around, when I hang around, with the Underground
But when I'm with the Mafia we droppin' YA
And if you're a hoe then I'll be knockin' ya, baby why not
You shouldn't jock me cause I'm popular
The group with the glock, I love to pop the gun
Coppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the Mafia
2Pac'll pack a person, pump the trunk
I'm bumpin' G-Funk, but you can call it what you want
How many times I gotta tell ya, don't ignore me
Either be my hoe or hit the do', you're nothin' for me (see ya!)
That's why I love to go on tour G
Scores of whores behind the door, a nigga's naughty
Now, I'm sippin' on a forty
So you can call it what you want just pass the blunt and kick it Money
[Money B]
Well, I am the danger, the danger, similar to a killer
I rhyme for rounds of conflicts chomp and stomp em while y'all chillin'
In Tokyo, check it as I choke a slow poke rapper
Capped his ass faster, than a half of pound of crepes'll go on Mother's Day
First and fifteenth, another way of sayin' it
I got new clips so trip but it's OK to get your crew
Cause ooh I'll send your team to the showers
They true and do and rippin' and got the Wonder Twin powers
I devour much venom, lunch breaks I shit em, I just stink
Whaddya think, this is a threat? Just forget about it
Come back, you're done black, see Cutty was the stopper
But you'll call me the indo when I chop ya with the shopper
Sting ya with the stinger, flex the trigger finger
I blow you to bits and I be gettin' a kick out of grabbin' the mic and flingin'
Lyrics with the maximum security
I smoke a splif but I'm not Jamaican, so won't you let a
Yankee Doodle Doo what he hasta, raise my hand and cast a
Hellafied spell you can't tell you better ask a
Weatherman he'll sigh and reply, "You shoulda stayed in the house"
Cause Mon is gonna rain on their parades
[Cold 187um]
Nowww, clear the smoke, and grab a fool by his throat
And don't let him go til he holla holla billygoat
Now Money Money Money B, once said to me
"187 why you wanna be a G?" Well...
I like to clock big G's, and hang out all night
And never worry bout a bitch, cause she can't tell me shit
Plus, money money is a pimp thang (what?)
Cause see if you was in my shoes, you'd be doin the same
So don't ever ever fuck with, I'm a G-er playa
Cause when I'm bustin' on a punk, I could never be a customer
Now peep this, cause when I'm goin deep
The only customers gettin' served in the house, is the pussy I freak
They wanna pop that ying-yang
I tell em, "Sit down, shut up bitch, and let me kick game" (y'know)
Cause hoes always be sayin' they got it goin on but if they wanna
Get with a nigga like me they gotta pay a fee, I am not
The No Mack Nigga, from the planet called Silk
I'm from the planet Black Mafia Life, that freaks pimps
Yo, come take a sip of the psycho-mega-
Pimpsome-hoesta-must-be-a-playa
Now hold up, wait a second
Nah, I fucked you bitches on the last record, yo
It's like I'm high on a raggamuffin splif
Me the dope sound what a man, the myth (come)
Mon they wanna see me fade shit, like I did last year
So I POST on em, then I COAST on em
No I never never never had a murder rap
And if you snitch you say I did it you're bound to get your neck snapped
So there it is, and how it's gonna be
So I pass the joint, to my man KM.G
[KM.G]
Well you can call it what you want but if you don't
I'm still a nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, a macadamian nut
Ah-say what you want, I'm workin' for a cha-ohh
Well alright, you little silly ass hoe
Now when you want to rhyme to boo and get tramped (get tramped)
Give a call to the clinic, ATL's the pimp camp
And see which playa, is up for the downstroke
(Cause you skeez-in, cause you broke)
So toast them hoes like I said before
I fuck four bitches a day, and I'm lookin' for more
Cause cords of scores of hoes be leavin' my house
Like, Bam, and I'm like, DAMN
Now my niggaz done labeled me the dangerous neighborhood nastyman
Cause they know I can
When you wake up in the morning I only give ya five pushes
I'll be out by your garage, awaitin' behind the bushes
Drinkin' coffee, smoove waitin' to talk see
Like a true hoe gigolo should be
See I'm a giant and the rest of them are fakers
Especially when it comes to the bitches and they moneymakers
A simp nigga hesitate to dish a tramp but I don't
So ease back Mafioso on the corner, what you, want
Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, hahaha
Yes it has many meanings, but no matter how you define it
It still comes out black
See it's just a hair trim
So you can call it what you want
[2Pac]
Now I clown around, when I hang around, with the Underground
But when I'm with the Mafia we droppin' YA
And if you're a hoe then I'll be knockin' ya, baby why not
You shouldn't jock me cause I'm popular
The group with the glock, I love to pop the gun
Coppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the Mafia
2Pac'll pack a person, pump the trunk
I'm bumpin' G-Funk, but you can call it what you want
How many times I gotta tell ya, don't ignore me
Either be my hoe or hit the do', you're nothin' for me (see ya!)
That's why I love to go on tour G
Scores of whores behind the door, a nigga's naughty
Now, I'm sippin' on a forty
So you can call it what you want just pass the blunt and kick it Money
[Money B]
Well, I am the danger, the danger, similar to a killer
I rhyme for rounds of conflicts chomp and stomp em while y'all chillin'
In Tokyo, check it as I choke a slow poke rapper
Capped his ass faster, than a half of pound of crepes'll go on Mother's Day
First and fifteenth, another way of sayin' it
I got new clips so trip but it's OK to get your crew
Cause ooh I'll send your team to the showers
They true and do and rippin' and got the Wonder Twin powers
I devour much venom, lunch breaks I shit em, I just stink
Whaddya think, this is a threat? Just forget about it
Come back, you're done black, see Cutty was the stopper
But you'll call me the indo when I chop ya with the shopper
Sting ya with the stinger, flex the trigger finger
I blow you to bits and I be gettin' a kick out of grabbin' the mic and flingin'
Lyrics with the maximum security
I smoke a splif but I'm not Jamaican, so won't you let a
Yankee Doodle Doo what he hasta, raise my hand and cast a
Hellafied spell you can't tell you better ask a
Weatherman he'll sigh and reply, "You shoulda stayed in the house"
Cause Mon is gonna rain on their parades
[Cold 187um]
Nowww, clear the smoke, and grab a fool by his throat
And don't let him go til he holla holla billygoat
Now Money Money Money B, once said to me
"187 why you wanna be a G?" Well...
I like to clock big G's, and hang out all night
And never worry bout a bitch, cause she can't tell me shit
Plus, money money is a pimp thang (what?)
Cause see if you was in my shoes, you'd be doin the same
So don't ever ever fuck with, I'm a G-er playa
Cause when I'm bustin' on a punk, I could never be a customer
Now peep this, cause when I'm goin deep
The only customers gettin' served in the house, is the pussy I freak
They wanna pop that ying-yang
I tell em, "Sit down, shut up bitch, and let me kick game" (y'know)
Cause hoes always be sayin' they got it goin on but if they wanna
Get with a nigga like me they gotta pay a fee, I am not
The No Mack Nigga, from the planet called Silk
I'm from the planet Black Mafia Life, that freaks pimps
Yo, come take a sip of the psycho-mega-
Pimpsome-hoesta-must-be-a-playa
Now hold up, wait a second
Nah, I fucked you bitches on the last record, yo
It's like I'm high on a raggamuffin splif
Me the dope sound what a man, the myth (come)
Mon they wanna see me fade shit, like I did last year
So I POST on em, then I COAST on em
No I never never never had a murder rap
And if you snitch you say I did it you're bound to get your neck snapped
So there it is, and how it's gonna be
So I pass the joint, to my man KM.G
[KM.G]
Well you can call it what you want but if you don't
I'm still a nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, a macadamian nut
Ah-say what you want, I'm workin' for a cha-ohh
Well alright, you little silly ass hoe
Now when you want to rhyme to boo and get tramped (get tramped)
Give a call to the clinic, ATL's the pimp camp
And see which playa, is up for the downstroke
(Cause you skeez-in, cause you broke)
So toast them hoes like I said before
I fuck four bitches a day, and I'm lookin' for more
Cause cords of scores of hoes be leavin' my house
Like, Bam, and I'm like, DAMN
Now my niggaz done labeled me the dangerous neighborhood nastyman
Cause they know I can
When you wake up in the morning I only give ya five pushes
I'll be out by your garage, awaitin' behind the bushes
Drinkin' coffee, smoove waitin' to talk see
Like a true hoe gigolo should be
See I'm a giant and the rest of them are fakers
Especially when it comes to the bitches and they moneymakers
A simp nigga hesitate to dish a tramp but I don't
So ease back Mafioso on the corner, what you, want
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wow, this interpretation of the lyrics is terrible.
i started to correct them, but its too much work.
just know it's not a "hair trim", it's a "head trip."
and they only gets worse from there....