tell a lie, don't be false or untrue It all comes back to you Open fire, on my burning heart I've never been lucky in love My defenses are down A kiss
da da da da, Ya know I got the cognac, Da da da da da, And the phat bomb sack Da da da da da, Your sexy eyes got me hypnotized, Lady come and take a
da da da da, Ya know I got the cognac, Da da da da da, And the phat bomb sack Da da da da da, Your sexy eyes got me hypnotized, Lady come and take
life So I'm gonna smack flames out ya, pick ya money up and roof ya dice Yo, you done know were we from (FROM) soldier, come (COME) soldier Jump (JUMP
t we be Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain You want that hip-hop real It's that hip-hop that's real Hold it down, hold it down Hip-hop that's
"Oh, whaddya know? He comes" [Posdonus] Down, like water, fresh out the clouds clown Drown you like terrible weather Nobody does it better than I, so
Bluechip, Nina B, {?}, what it is JT Get Low motherfucker that's what it is motherfucker Yeah, who fuckin with us nigga Now (what goes around comes around
ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah How real is this, how real is this Uh-huh huh, Inspect this here, check [Verse One:] I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come
intact See me on that big screen and think shits sweet Diarrhea music when I let this hot shit leak Uhh, take heed and listen when a real nigga speak Or slide down
folded, with no shows using no flows, just Arm -n- Hammer And folk O's Gimmie low does and a Connect, that neva closed And watch me lock it down from
the real flipout holmes It was just comin out like a motherfucker The nigga amped be like COME ON, COME ON MOTHERFUCKER!! Chorus: repeat 8X Come on
pissin me off, I'm in that ass like interior Oh, step in my Cadillac, let's ride through the hood Eh, why don't you roll that window down so you can see it real
But we the reason they fire proofed the Coupes And we the same reason you brinin' re-enforcements through You'll neva get me alive my gun is like glue (Come wit it, come
really goes In real life you're a puss', neva pull no jukes Neva pull no trigger and let the blood gush As for my 'lil cousin over here; niggaz get booked You pussy come
a motherfuckin problem in Philly, Cincinatti, Los Angeles or Harlem Kids call theyself killers let they hammers do the talkin Don't even know the meaning of life
