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They smile in ya face, but they ain't lovin you Turn your back, they tryin to break your J-A-W Who a nigga on the run, eatin P.O.W.s Strapped with arrows, and the chrome b-o-w? It's no act yo, no This chick can keep my dick between her cheek and gums, like tobacco On the F.D.R. doin like 90 a pop Fuck five-0 niggaz too grimey to stop All we came to do was tear up the spot think we care if you, you, you, roll behind us or not? I'm the one man army, the one hand on the tommy If you standing next to me, one hand on your mommy Your arms too short to box with Rob Swipe your face like the Bad Boy corporate card A lotta shit I do is off the hard and I be like shhh, thats why the Feds dont wanna talk to Rob Yall had to go force the god, naw I ain't got nothin to prove Ain't gotta carry the two, see my daddy told me bury them fools And remember this rule: don't fuck with niggaz that ain't fuckin with you So when you're home with nothin to do Just get comfortable, cause they ain't doin nothin to you And they can take it like they wanna take it, I ain't just a rapper Certified Harlem knight, Mister Will-Bust-A-Cap-er Heyyo, one two three, to get to them you got to get through me And its the Bad Boy family tree, like I said we gonna do this shit, nonstop Songtexte And my sole purpose is makin you dance ladies scream "Blackie, Blackie gimme one more chance!" Now she backstage hand in my pants I been tryin to tell myself, I gotta stop fuckin my fans Like Mi-chelle, uh, my belle Sucked my dick so well I took her on tour, bitch was so raw Nice tits, fat boomty, ak, y'know what I'm sayin? Passed it off to Puff and Loon, wit no delayin The average nigga walk around here sad get the chronic now he honest he gon' bust that ass Get home, she ain't there, bitch musta mashed And she caught you for furs and your jewels and cash Shoulda known it Me, I could never condone it Bum bitch walk around my shit like she own it She got some bitch niggaz involoved, they be in cars That used to shoot dice in back of the ?m rob? All praise due to them papers, got me watchin my neighbors If I dont know you do me no favors And thats comin from the horses mouth, reppin east west and south Nigga front we airin him out Old timer said "Don't leave the label 'til you're paid And hold yours down from the cradle to the grave" Sharp as the cut the barber gave you with the shave Handgun, but you harder wit the gauge So go ahead front for us, we savage It's war, consider this collateral damage And we even did some joints in spanish We control the entire zone and punks sayin ?bi amon? that explains why I'm not home That explains why I'm low, in videos I'm not shown Aus Songtexte Mania