This song is for you, not for anyone but you It's own special song, I wrote it for you for you, only for you
[Sheek I see niggaz want to ride my dick, whatever put your hands up on me, Sheek'll come out the leather Put the hammer to your hatin mouth, nail it Get off my and get you some butt, try and nut Cause this nut is macadamian, keep the and I'm Damian This game you don't to play me in Niggaz need somethin to do, you ain't gon or clap nothin Might as well hate from the side, not that ain't Bitch I'll push your motherfuckin cap back you popped open the hood Flesh burner like puttin in wood Don't add nothin, don't count nothin it's yours Let me see, he done been on atleast three Bad cars, he atleast get for bars See that's the problem motherfuckers don't But they think that they know what you do and you don't Where you live, what it cost, you gettin for a show Who girl, where she from, what you buyin for that ho So at that I tell you mind biz Punch out, take the bus home and mind kids Before ya kids be pumpin my work, bitch the jerk Get and throw sperm on her shirt Can't be him, he ain't supposed to like that Back with BadBoy that nigga rhyme like that Damn he hot, you sure? That if you think I'm jiggy Key to life, Puff, used to be Biggie nigga Yeah, L-O-you-see-H be -E sick in the H-E-A-D I worry when why'all hatin, it's a problem, waitin When I'm to drinkin old beers like Walter Patin wider, mouth web like a fuckin spider Haha, niggaz sweeter than apple cider I pull a all nighter, the fifth and a spliff, nigga it's the curse and the gift
The fuck, yo do me a favor Come in for a minute, please (Hey Sheek is ok in there?) Nigga, who told you to stop the Get ya ass in and turn another beat on