see Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me Pause for this dumber speech, I blow like Buddha Disturb me and you'll be all over the flo' like
they'll pistol whip you in all five boroughs. I'm from Brooklyn, I be everywhere comfortably. Now who pumped you and told you to come rump wit me? You
Soon as I rolled up, any chick who's dumb enough that there I blindfold up She still come back to the crib, must want me to mess with her mind, hold up She mistook me
honesty Is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts Reality is catchin' up with me Takin' my inner child, I'm fighting for it, custody With these responsibilities that they entrusted me
'll be right back Girl, I'm coming right back to see you smile So girl, what I gotta do to make you see? I mean what I say to you I'll send you a picture
it, I live it, to me there's nothings realer Just enough to solve your problems, too much will kill ya And when I leave, I always come right back here
, blah, blah Boy, come on, give me rock stuff Come put a little love it my glove bag I wanna dance with no pants on Meet me in the back with the jack
times indeed With eyes cast down, fixed upon the ground With eyes cast down I'll keep my eyes fixed on the sun Turn back, now it's time for me to let
a masterpiece But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark Who owns my heart? So come on, baby Keep provoking me, keep on roping me Like a Romeo, baby, pull me close Come
I will leave you alone Flooded with all this pain Knowing that I'll never hold ya Like I did before the storm Yeah, before the storm With every strike of lightening Comes
will leave you alone I'm flooded with all this pain Knowing I'll never hold her Like I did before the storm Yeah, before the storm With every strike of lightning Comes
is, you're the same as me But when it comes to love, you're just as blinded Baby, please come back, it wasn't you, baby, it was me Maybe our relationship
pick this pen Up and try to make an attempt to vent But I just can't admit Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap I need a new outlet
me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street Catch me
swear I got the shit that makes these bitches go insane So they tell me that they love me, I know better than that, it's just game It's what comes with
we hit the floor And when they start the beat we'll take it to the street Oh, here's my limousine, who's coming home with me? Tonight, tonight, were
was no way for me to avoid being grounded My parents had to come back get me I'd rather be in jail than to have my father hit me My parents walked
So fuck you school and fuck you immigration And all of you who thought I wouldn't amount to constipation And now I'm here without the slightest fear and reservation They love me