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