They smile in ya face, but they ain't lovin you

Turn your back, they tryin to break your J-A-W

Who a nigga on the run, eatin P.O.W.s

Strapped with arrows, and the chrome b-o-w?

It's no act yo, no

This chick can keep my dick between her cheek and gums, like tobacco

On the F.D.R. doin like 90 a pop

Fuck five-0 niggaz too grimey to stop

All we came to do was tear up the spot

think we care if you, you, you, roll behind us or not?

I'm the one man army, the one hand on the tommy

If you standing next to me, one hand on your mommy

Your arms too short to box with Rob

Swipe your face like the Bad Boy corporate card

A lotta shit I do is off the hard

and I be like shhh, thats why the Feds dont wanna talk to Rob

Yall had to go force the god, naw I ain't got nothin to prove

Ain't gotta carry the two, see my daddy told me bury them fools

And remember this rule: don't fuck with niggaz that ain't fuckin with you

So when you're home with nothin to do

Just get comfortable, cause they ain't doin nothin to you

And they can take it like they wanna take it, I ain't just a rapper

Certified Harlem knight, Mister Will-Bust-A-Cap-er



Heyyo, one two three, to get to them you got to get through me

And its the Bad Boy family tree, like I said we gonna do this shit, nonstop



And my sole purpose is makin you dance

ladies scream "Blackie, Blackie gimme one more chance!"

Now she backstage hand in my pants

I been tryin to tell myself, I gotta stop fuckin my fans

Like Mi-chelle, uh, my belle

Sucked my dick so well I took her on tour, bitch was so raw

Nice tits, fat boomty, ak, y'know what I'm sayin?

Passed it off to Puff and Loon, wit no delayin

The average nigga walk around here sad

get the chronic now he honest he gon' bust that ass

Get home, she ain't there, bitch musta mashed

And she caught you for furs and your jewels and cash

Shoulda known it

Me, I could never condone it

Bum bitch walk around my shit like she own it

She got some bitch niggaz involoved, they be in cars

That used to shoot dice in back of the ?m rob?

All praise due to them papers, got me watchin my neighbors

If I dont know you do me no favors

And thats comin from the horses mouth, reppin east west and south

Nigga front we airin him out



Old timer said "Don't leave the label 'til you're paid

And hold yours down from the cradle to the grave"

Sharp as the cut the barber gave you with the shave

Handgun, but you harder wit the gauge

So go ahead front for us, we savage

It's war, consider this collateral damage

And we even did some joints in spanish

We control the entire zone and punks sayin ?bi amon?

that explains why I'm not home

That explains why I'm low, in videos I'm not shown