Just between you and me Baby I know our love will be Just between you and me Always I know our love will be Just between you, Just between you and me
sex with me y'all Screaming, "Cash you don't know how sexy you are!" And I'm happy I'm alive, God's blessing me y'all And all the problems that arrive
domain I?m in and out the country Passports and sweat shorts and tank tops and thoughts and sunshades and private airports And of course What you got
, when we reminisce Let the smoke signals guide you back home like Indians And lend the spliff and bullshit with my kinsmen The Yuengling coolin me down
pump They jump, my automatic keep 'em wary Why you frontin like you really bad-ass, nigga you scary I been knowin you for years, we was high school
ass It was hard to keep my dick in my pants Every time you pass got me checkin for you hardcore; starin and watchin Me and you one on one (see that bitch
you can rap with Ooh come na ordinary game Da game na somethin you can rap with Me's a player you know? I do not, play in no game Me just, make money,
you to the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B-u-s-h Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mutha fuckas And fuck
me? [Chorus] Would you ride for me? (you ain't even got to ask) Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me) Would you cry for me? (shit
got a ruger on my hip You aint gotta like or love me but you gone respect me You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me 12 in the afternoon we
me, It's just them little things you overlook When you're around me drugs, guns, bitches and needless to say You're a pimp in your own way baby you're
away from home. There's eyes behind the mirrors in empty places Bullet holes and scars between the spaces There's always one more notch and ten more paces Billy, and you
hip and I got to pack one Just like Little Eazy-E told you and me Nigga never leave the house without packin a gun And that's real leave it for the dollar
us wid no money You won't see me when I've said it And if some come run only to visit No muse so if I told you would you tell me like you did it? I hate
killa, me or you? (We forgive you, for you know not what you do) [Bizzy] Seven A.M. woke in the mornin With Hen and caffine and green and nicotine No
PSA From the one and only ghetto bullhorn Come to warn you There?s a war goin on outside And you can?t run You can?t hide Left, Right Left, Right
