in my arms I won?t let you down, not now Before me, before me you were numb Fall on me when all your senses fail you again Fall on me, Call me I?ll be
you in my arms I won?t let you down, not now Before me, before me you were numb Fall on me when all your senses fail you again Fall on me, Call me I?ll
I do my duty On this microphone, shake your booty shorty I'm the shit, why you think Proof used to call me doodie? (Hook) You can sound the alarm, you can call
: And you; And You came to me like my alarm I carved your first and last name in my arm Now I only wear black so maybe then they will see I'm just a
[Icarus] Yo, don't approach me wrong, little kids call me Smokey-mon Cause the blunts that I light set off smoke alarms {*beep beep*} And I stand on
follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone The Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out
got on no jewels I'm so hot and I done told you You aint no kiddin to me so basically I don't know you You don't know me homie I clap you with yo heat
regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on
floor, cutie While I do my duty on this microphone Shake your booty shawty I'm the shit Why you think Proof used to call me Doodi You can sound the alarm You can call
chair, make your niggas call you short arm Pelets in your hand, you'll never put shorts on Ain't shit fair when you got to get your war on So why don
is on vacation But ehrm, stay calm, there's no need for alarm You say go back to your mom, and you're off to Vietnam You shoot to kill, come back and
they GM's wit Mac 10 No relaxin', straight action when it's on Call up Pun and The Don, come up heavily armed Niggas better be calm or I'ma set the alarm
mice house niggas that house gats They want to out me, I know killers from down south be Who know and understand, there ain't a thing sweet about me
cutie while I do my duty on this microphone Shake your booty shawty Im the shit Why you think Proof used to call me Doody You can sound the alarm You can call
in my sheets And that was proof that there had been a nightmare on my street Oh man, I gotta call Jeff, I gotta call Jeff Come on, come on Come on Jeff, answer Come on
had my fingers crossed Niggas bleed just like us Picture me bein' scared of a nigga That breathe the same air as me Niggas bleed just like us Picture me
of story Leavin my men in glory Then get shorty to hold a pound for me I know she down for me Yeah, sneak up on em like a car theif These niggas
