(feat. House Gang Animalz)



[Intro: Carlton Fisk]

Aiyo, Carlton Fisk, the fugitive's back

My nigga Donnie Cash, the animal

Shyheim, the Rugged Child



[Chorus: Donnie Cash]

That's my Annamette

I thug her, I love her, put nothing above her

Cuz, baby girl, demand respect

That's my Annamette

She holdin' a pound, she holdin' me down

Tell me, can you stand it, yet?

That's my Annamette

The queen of the jungle, she mean and she humble

But baby girl, demand respect

That's my Annamette

A chick that'll roll, and stick to the road

Tell me, can you stand it, yet?



[Carlton Fisk]

My Annamette, cook, clean and roll my clips

If you a lame, then she gon' bring me home your chips

And if you front, she'll expose you quick

Type of chick, roll a Dutch at a Knick game, then get brain

So smart, that she insane, I still say

That she the best woman in the world, that God made

Understand that a man, gon' fuck with other ends

As long as it ain't fuckin' with her plans

Won't be nothin', cock back, automatic palmed in her hand

Razor blades in my her mouth, my dick in her hand

It don't matter if I'm in or out of the can

I'm somethin' like a pimp, Annamette, my bottom bitch, understand

How I throw you in the trunk with the rats

Drive around with you all day, to dump you where you're pumpin' your crack

Got a Coupe with no roof/ it ain't nothin' in fact

Annamette, ridin' shotgun, palmin' the gat

Manuever and stack, I put it where a poster be at

And if you posin', muthafucka, you supposed to get snatched

You a bitch, talk shit, then you suppose to get slapped

You know I ain't wanna do that shit to you, man



[Chorus]



[Shyheim]

My woman soldier, I'm the light, she my reflection

When I see her, a smile be my facial _expression

She stands up and hug me, give me tongue kiss for minutes

This make the hundred and seventh visit

Five hundred and thirty fifth picture

Mama girl next to a general on the front line

Understandin' my principals of loyalty, love, respect and honor

She remind me of my mama, I remind her of her pops

She like a little girl, in the playground when we shop

My hands gridlocked, strollin' thru Gucci

Anything for my ruby, you mean the world to me

When I'm stressed, you like my only Advil

When I'm vexed, you the only one to give me the chill

You make me feel like I'm a worth

With a big ass castle on the hill

But in all reality, I'm in jail runnin' up your phone bill

You could of been in the club, with them thugs, poppin' bub and stuff

Instead you was on that prison gat bus

With my package and stuff/ and that's real

I could feel it in your touch, that's true love



[Chorus]



[Donnie Cash]

I'm an Animal, so I keep an Annamette on the steps

With a bomb, in her thong, and her hands on the tech

She the bomb, fuck with a don, need a man of respect

That'll slap her, as soon as she act up, put his hands on her neck

Keep her in check, at the same time, we keepin' a flesh

Cuz Annamette's being needed at best

And I love to see her squeeze in a dress

But I'd rather see her squeezin' your chest

And let her breeze in the Lex' to rest up

For the best, S-E to the X, then vest up

For the next wreck, she eager to catch

Pound a lame nigga, eager to set, she feel it easy to stretch

And keep at least a hundred g's in the chest

So in pieces, made sure leavin' the rest

Get a P.C., and she could lead a nigga D.C., seein' the rest

I said that's my Annamette, if not the right hand

She demandin' the left, shed tears

Plus blood, fuck a love, she demandin' respect

I said that's my Annamette



[Chorus]



[Outro: Carlton Fisk]

Yo Gooch! Good lookin' for the track, nigga

I feel you daddy, Staten Island's finest, yes

House Gang!