Lyrics:
serious?) Word (l-l-life)
Get some (cause the beat ain't bum)
(It'll never break yo heat but
It'll buss yo' eardrum)
This a symbold a sign a good omen
I'm in love with two women
That's word to moms, I got two honeys on my arms
And I don't wanna let none of them go
Yo, I can't escape this life that I'm
I made you sweat (sweat)
Need it raw, made you get tested
Bitch, you guessed it
All this honey, nah, I barely get rejected
Keep a Smith and Wesson
and somebody got to love it
They want Mase for video, ain't in the budget
I can't take a piss without a b**** tryin' to rub it
How could you know like this
and right and up and down (oh, ayo, stylin', yo, this is how we do it)
I know that you know the sexy little things you do (oh, oh, yeah, ooh)
The sexy
forget that other guy
Wanna make love to you every night
Put my head between yo thighs
You gon smile not sigh
I'ma smash you real right
When i die i wanna
a gangsta chick, he love to trick
But I be damned if I let him play me
He'll be home and I believe me, he know this b****'ll get crazy
(Lyte) Yeah, I can
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
(And why do) dog niggaz (want a honey wit class?)
(Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass)
[DMX]
Uh, uh
Hey yo, who would ever think that
Cruisin baby (c'mon)
Roll down these streets (bounce)
Bounce (yeah)
Yo, yo
"I wanna" take a trip to the Beverly Center
And scoop a mean model broad
Cruisin baby (c'mon)
Roll down these streets (bounce)
Bounce (yeah)
Yo, yo
"I wanna" take a trip to the Beverly Center
And scoop a mean model broad
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
Let me tell you 'bout this girl, maybe I shouldn't
I met her in Philly and her name was brown sugar
See, we be making love constantly
That's why
old, met her, fell in love wit her
I saved that ho cause she bring more hoes
She major yo, the way she left them other dudes cold
Heart-broken she
, yo, yo
VERSE 2:
I love it when the rain drips off the trees
How the jungle takes your pain and sets you free
Why take a talent and train it for
1998 Hot shit
Hitting you off baby you do it like this Yo
Crazy maybey a nigga look shadey
Admire the nigga and let me shine baby
Shine my nickel 380 yo
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
always have a Rocky finish
Eat me broccoli, spinach, cocky? Nope
But I hope I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at this
And put emphasis
(I don't love you)
Ayy, yeah-yeah-yeah (I don't love you)
Yo, Keyshia (no, no)
Okay (ayy)
There's this girl I know
So deep in love (in love)
Do
my hair cut or give a fuck how I dressed
I'm possessed by the darker side, livin' the cruddy life
Shit like this kept a nigga with a bloody knife
Dedicated! Free my nigga Meek Mill!
D6!
I walk inside the strip club
Buy what I want then I go hey
All this snow up in my house
These bitches call
(My man?)
(You know I'm your man)
(What?)
(Uh)
(Yeah)
(What, what?)
Yo, where the brother by my side at?
Yo, you really need to stop that
time and winter time
Mmm
Oh my Porgy
My man Porgy
From this minute I'm tellin' you
I keep this vow
Porgy, I's yo' woman now
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he
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