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
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
cut-throats, they deep throat to lay with me I reminise how I missin starin' in space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' that face Layin up
all ya'l back up call Rob with Silkk up in the Viper Can't catch me, I know they don't like me [Chorus x4] Get it how ya live how we live be raw I ain
watch your back man 'Cuz your friends out to get you for your shit This is to all these niggas crossin' us here Smile in your motherfuckin' face Turn
Ready ta spray something, 175 shots ta clear the block I've rob through your neighborhood, day and night Stole clothes people inside, ya hood on strike I'm looking, for ya
p Mr. no limit records Cause we selling shit out the walls My nigga silkk Ya'll gonna call him Mr. silkk the shocker After this mother fucking shit Ya
cards, pockets of G's Left the hood phattest cribs To platinum from silver came back Bitches callin' me the black Liz Taylor Imagine that, Rob me? My nigga would kill ya
feel you? Not at all Before I squeeze? Smile at y'all Leave you bleedin, down the hall Your moms got, the dreaded call Who shot ya, what the deal yo
crew trying to get a load of Boo I be the one to bring the pain bring the rain on a sunny day smiling in your face mean mug it with a pistol play know
deep throat to lay with me I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion, home
not mine. and kill me it kills me its digusting cause I got a few G's they try to rob me but they know they wont touch me smile in your face and talk
Got a rock, rocket in my pocket For to knock ya head right out the socket Turn teardrops to smile, been glanced this spare child Spra ya gallon of mace in your face
I'd do, if you deceive me Probably break down in a lonely stage, and go through a lonely rage How come nobody told me this about the loneliest loneliness Every smiling face
Pockets of Gs, left the hood, phattest cribs To platinum from silver, came back, bitches calling me the black Liz Taylor Imagine that, Rob me? My nigga would kill ya
