Lyrics:
feel so alone like a stone now
Will Smith tell me maybe I should grow now
Leave breeze in the peace so I'm home now
Slave ships that are stuck in
on
She said she'd get freaky with me I'm like jackpot
She sucked me off gave me great head I was like jackpot
Head spinning like Will Smith then did my
shakin' your dance halls
One in a million with the mission, bringin' in back, raw
Talent on the mic will excite better than dropped bras
Anybody lost
weapon, no opposition steppin'
Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous, I rep this section
No weapon, no weapon, no Glizzys or Smith & Westons
slow.
Fuck me like you want it. Hittin' every little organ by her stomach.
Stop back up, bitch who the fuck keep you cummin'.
[Daz]
And you
Bitch I'm blessed
Just don't call me lucky hoe
And I'm straight
I came up from nothing though
Had a set back
Watch me set up
For this come back
Run
Dig pimp, I'ma holla at y'all in a minute, I'm finna go change clothes mayne
Go get real spiffy mayne, go kick it with my broad, I'ma holla at y'all
yea
(yea)
Cluemanatti
(my nigga)
Holla back nigga
(yea, uh, yea)
Irv gotti
(yea)
Murder inc.
(uh, yea, uh)
(run'em down nigga]
[Fabolous]
slow.
Fuck me like you want it. Hittin' every little organ by her stomach.
Stop back up, bitch who the fuck keep you cummin'.
[Daz]
And you
Yo
Yea, Uh Huh, Yea
We in the door now
Yea
Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea
Yea
Cluemanatti
My nigga
Holla back nigga
Yea, Uh,
say for your hood oh yeah everytime when I pass by
Them go holla my name
Even for the ghetto oh yes make you follow me to that side
Them go holla my
Counting hours by the second yes I recognize my blessings (You're my blessing)
You my best investment right next to Smith and Wesson (Smith
son, in Kingston, I bling dumb
Only rapper you seen walkin' icey in the terrordome
Holla back, how real is that (No, no, no)
No I don't wanna stop, I
Ice on my neck
Watch baguettes
Demon killer
That's a flex
I just pulled up to the mall with a Bible Blicky
Got my angels staying by side you know I
"We be sippin henny on the highway
We be holding hands talking shit by the sideways
We be doing things same level like a siamese
I'm a real freak
up where they stay
I feel like cap cause ima legend will smith wit ah weapon
I want let ya get the best of me I wipe ya nose fa
I'm good in every
Dig pimp,
I'ma holla at y'all in a minute, I'm finna go change clothes man
go get real spiffy man, go kick it with my broad, I'ma holla at yall
My number holla at me
Im about to testify
Tell everybody you the best
After I hit, my mind switched
I forgot about the rest
I keep coming back
You
[Verse One: Drag-On]
I'm just a Bronx gangsta
You was wit me when I was gang bangin'
Crack slangin', snuck the back way in
Ya helped me back ????
That puts Xavier Smith versus the world out of the equation
Looking back at it like I did something right
Now back to the plan to save me and my career
rollies, gats'll leave you holy
My momma always told me the streets will slow me down
Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down
So now I rob
money be my pussy ronnie won't you holla back?
Not only your body that face could embrace any cover of the...
Ain't no body like you thinking I should
darken looking for sharks to wise
Coast to coast man
Just look around Rule' will never back down
And why'all can never ever take my crown (niggaz)
They can't keep a good man down (yeah)
All these people smile, but they won't me to frown
Gettin' by when I shot 'em nine rounds
They will never
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