Espacio
Lil' Kim, Black Rob, G. Dep
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Dangerous niggas Uhh Black Rob shit Why'all don't know? Uhh Uhh Danegerous niggas Lil Kim and Black Rob Yellowman P Diddy , the moment you all been waitin' for Murder yeah , ha ha yeah What why'all riffinabout, hangem like they did in the South Dead wit ya dick in ya mouth Now what this shit is about, niggas sleepi Like I won't slip in ya house, and put my dick in your spouse Till you get home, I'm amped like a part of ya couch Then sit on me, that's what I'ma spit filthy Pretty swiftly, til them coppers come and get me Tried to tell his coward ass it's real Acti like I can't get through that Slomen Shield I'm a veteran, I'll take leathers and furs in front of him Safe cracker, moved from New York to Jers Still sending kites with birds Nothin's heard, feds want to tap my word Take vehicles off curbs, tools off herbs, jewels off of all you nerds You swerve, I splurge with all why'all riches Comin to joke and blind all why'all bitches Give respect where respect is due Keep frontin, and I'ma put the tech to you Coward [Chorus:] Dame espacio Man back up off me Dame espacio Can I get a minute to breathe? Dame espacio That means give me space Dame espacio Damn back up off me Like I'm just talking like I never did these things Snatch chains and rings, teddy bears from siblings I did things some of why'all cowards might not imagine Like run in the stores, gun drawn, spasm Press the button bitch I'm not havin' Or it'll your 'super' employee leave in a bag and Black wagon, bait boy I'm not braggin' It's a promise, I'll take em to school like Nostradamus It's my thing do what I do best Want the treasure chest, and that dough in your girl breasts How dare you try to stash yours in your drawls What's mines is mines, what's yours ain't yours Get his whip, watch how quickly I paint yours Watch poppi and them, hit it up with the paint balls Coward niggas, got the gall, thinkin' I won't lamp in the hall Like New Year's and drop the ball, bitches! [Chorus:] Where I come from, we all got guns Be a hundred of why'all and we still won't run Call the cops, they still won't come We bang on niggas like we playin' the drums These cats think they know me Black Well I hit 'em over the head and say "Homey don't play that" Listen to they rhymes and say didn't I say that? Damn, I'm the shit, it's like I'ma nigga they be bitin' my dick Get on some old school shit, bitch run your kicks Go on why'all can have my flow I extort why'all hoes for all why'all dough And by now I think all why'all know Who's the winner, still champ by T.K.O. What! [Chorus:]
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Written by: KIMBERLY JONES, SEAN COMBS, ROB ROSS, MARIO WINANS
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