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