Lyrics:
or were you playing with me before
Ohh baby you think I'm so blind
Ohh baby I'm not playing around this time
(Repeat Chorus)
And I wonder will you still
around with Shallah Raekwon
A couple of years before the Wu was even on
They love the way I dress captivated by my charm
If you see me in the cut I'm
through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense
Chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses
And lipstick marks
But now little bitch imma kill it
I'm feeling higher than you when I'm sober
But keeping it real, I'm just chillin
Leaving my mark on the game, please
thought you needed me
Did you believe in me? * repeat 2X *
[Nas]
Got up with Horse, showed a look on my face was mad lost
I ain't know whether to cry
know baby
With you by my side
Theres nothing that i can not do
Uwoo..
You my ride or die
Yea yea yea yea!
Chorus.
You gat me mad mad mad mad
Oh oh oh!
I'm, a dog, You must've mixed us up
With different niggas
(Like I'm, different niggas, aye)
We droppin' hit's until you isn't livin'
(Isn't livin')
You
Get it while you can, man
And stop hatin' me, fuckin' with my shit cause I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby
I'm seeing millions,
I know, know)
Walking by yourself like your soul is blind (What)
I know you working hard, put in the overtime (Put Work)
I'm in overdrive
'Cuz we
come and get it
I been thinkin' bout my girl all night, baby
Cause she been waitin' by the phone all night, baby
I ain't been actin' like I'm done with
waiting on yourself
Even heaven ain't be smiling, if you lazy like fool
Like a poet I be thinking but I'm writing like chemist
Mixing rhyming with
Yeah, yea, eh
Hit them with the bag, hit them with the glad
Hit them with the yo, ayo why you mad
Hit them with the flag, hit them with the swag
Hit
diggin', uh check it
I bring the butter, huh
Make you wanna creep up on one another, huh
I'm mad sharp like a box cutter, huh
I got the fam' rollin'
Summers over baby
OG
We back on those vibes
Heads or tails
What they mad for, same thing I get a bag for
Where were you baby
I was shooting in
Get it while you can, man
And stop hating me, fucking with my shit cause I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby
[Dr. Dre]
I'm seeing
sure to get fucked up
If you see me with another ho
Baby just let it go
'Cause it ain't worth getting your neck broke
Bitch, I'm wearing
it like a half a key
My neck chilly like I've
Never been to Applebee's i'm the best
No offense to anyone that back with me
Bruh, they set you up before
First verse, uh I'm on 'til I'm on a island
My life's ridin' on the Autobahn on autopilot
Before I touch dirt, I'll kill you all with kindness
I
We ain't got to talk about his conversate
Baby by the way I touch you, you know what I'm saying
Oh, oh, oh, ridin' slow
Oh, oh, oh
I'm just
her, you loved her, moved her in the crib
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise
You going out the country, you posting up on IG
I'm layed up with my side piece
I wanna text by you was right there laying up beside me
Now tell me
Ay
Are you angry just tell me
It's easier that way
Are you angry
Are you angry baby
Aaay
Are you angry
With me baby
Just tell me you're mad
It's
money in the sky
Dream team rockin' the yellow and black jerseys
Pull out the black Amali when I'm ridin' with my dirtys
666 that's the mark of the beast
frontin' son
Run up on me, and watch a nigga give you some
I'm swingin' for the fence, blastin' out home runs
Cholo with the knife cut your ass like
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