Smile in Ya Face

歌詞

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 niggas 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 shh, thats why the Feds don't wanna talk to Rob Y'all 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 niggas 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 Hey yo, one two three To get to them you got to get through me And it's 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 Michelle, 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 niggas involved, 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 don't 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