natas – when will i see your face again lyrics
[esham]
when will i see your face again? but
when i got my pistol in my hand .cause
you the one that’s waitin on me
you the one that’s hatin on me
you the one _?_ on me
you the one forsakin on me
[tnt]
well uh, can you rock that sh-t?
(i can rock that sh-t)
this how they rock that sh-t
(that’s how they rock that sh-t?)
well how you rock that sh-t?
(i rock my sh-t like this)
this how we rock our sh-t
(lemme rock that b-tch.)
[mastamind]
i’ma rock that, drop that, pop that balloon
your head is too big for your shoulders, boom
it’s over, it ain’t good to know ya
don’t make me search the whole f-ckin hood for ya
can’t even hide out, rats can’t escape the trap
don’t make us wild out with bats and gats on fake macks
they all see-thru
don’t let themindzi peep you
gettin exposed with some ho’s it ain’t nothin to be fool
it’s on now forever
i ain’t foolin with ya
i die never
i’m in your future n-gg-
all y’all can get it dawg f-ck who’s with ya
that’s the game, there’s a winner and a loser, n-gg-..
[esham]
how can i make you understand?
how can i kill another man?
blood’s on my hands, ballerz envy
i see the animosity….in your eyes
enemies pray for my demise
i’m gonna fly into the skies
and when i die the sun will rise
[tnt]
yo, i rock that sh-t
whether that rap sh-t or crack sh-t
master that sh-t, serve that sh-t, raw
never whip my sh-t with a blood or crip
bg’s or gd’s, vice lords just rock that sh-t for me
gang bang or crack slang do your thang
whatever it is just let your nuts hang!
[esham]
swerve with me smoke some herb with me
get shot up in a suburban with me, die superb with me
and that’s how real it’d be when you rollin through my city
with me cauze n-gg-z be straight-up hatin on me
a g’ i’m never fakin to be
get some cociana flake and bake a cookie with me
bake a cookie with me
bake a cookie with me
get some cociana flake and bake a cookie with me
[tnt]
i rock that acid rap sh-t
that quick-to-bust-a-cap sh-t
that get-out-the-line,-smack-you-up sh-t
quick b-tch, i rock that sh-t hard
but i don’t need no f-ckin guitar
no weapon needed
i’ll run you over in my exotic sports car, ghetto superstar
underground masta
when i’m finished whooping on your -ss
“do you know who did this to you?” is all they f-ckin ask ya!
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