Smile In Ya Face

Black Rob

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    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

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    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

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