stood back up and tried getting with you again It's simple things that tend to get me out of hand When all along we need to keep it open So take a ride
it's all mine, then let me know, now scream my name out Do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow? Not to mention, the multiple positions I inflict
When my fake homies try ta fuck you, you run and tell me that's why I stay commited, I thank God everytime I hit it hopin you'll forgive me for the times
kiss ya, on every curve Slow down baby don't rush, I like it slow Can't hold it any longer, so let it go Open the gates, do you wanna fall up in heaven
guns. [Bizzy Bone] Soon as I hit the scene, ?? feelin' for a pistol, but I didn't have no gun. Come with original thugsta shit. I be flippin' it with
wanted a hit But there was nothin left of the spliff) [beat stops] [Break" Mic Boyd - talking (Classified)] Sorry boys, just missed it! (ahh) (What
: Disconnect Take it back now Have it my way and Bet it all on black now Hit or miss me Kill or kiss me Are you in or out? Tell me, are you with me?
it to the young-ins and the OG's Witnessed by notary public, certified rough shit Does it feel good, how was it? Gritty like the subway tracks My protocal
hit or miss If you gone do it take ya time So you can do it 2 me right I need it in slow motion now I need you to do it 2 me, do it 2 me Just a little
it's this game love, I'm caught up all in it They make it so you can't prevent it, never give it you gotta take it, can't fake it I keep it authentic
You're a dime to duke would I lie to boo We in it like silken suede I love it when you get it flip hate it when you don't misses it's hypnosis in strippin
world know it Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it Or get it blown from the top
2 dollar fine, sign of the times here in New York Hi Satan, United Nations quietly taken, to own your soul take it or leave it, just my evaluation Stack
an we can make it some ??? [Verse 3: Gonzoe] We got it bundled up gimme my scratch it's juss my turn an I'ma take mine trap nigga don't get attached
go BLAO I aint scared of the law, naw Ima bout to go to war, what it is nigga, win lose or draw I never get caught murkin yall, cuz it aint wat you do
super fine too. (Is this a coincidence or was I meant to find you) (Now let me tell you I miss You, I miss you... I miss you) [Chorus:] Senorita, senorita
come Catch me in Harlem World smokin silence wit sons, what Aiyyo cats wanna talk trash, yo I talk cash And take it, make they ass get naked It's a stickup
