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Smile In Ya Face (Explicit Version)
Black Rob
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Woo
Black Rob has just entered the building ladies and gentlemen
He's just entered the building
Yeah
They smile in your face but they ain't loving you
Turn your back, they try to break your J-A-W
Who a nigga on the run eating P-O-Ws
Strapped with arrows and a 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 FDR I'm doing like 90 a pop
Fuck 5-0, niggas too grimy to stop
All we came to do is 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
Lot of shit I do is off the hard
And I be like shh, that's why the feds don't wanna talk to Rob
Y'all had to go force the god
Nah, I ain't got nothing to prove, I ain't gotta carry the tool
See my daddy told me bury them fools
And 'member this rule, don't fuck with
Niggas that ain't fucking with you
So when you home with nothing to do
Just get comfortable 'cause they ain't doing nothing to you
And they can take it like they wanna take it, I ain't just a rapper
Certified Harlem Knight, Mr. World Buster Capper
Ayo, one, two, three
To get to them you gotta get through me
And this the Bad Boy family tree
Like I said, we gon' do this shit nonstop
And my sole purpose is making you dance
Ladies scream "Blackie, Blackie, give me one more chance"
Now she backstage hand in my pants
I been tryna tell myself I gotta stop fucking my fans
Like Michelle, uh, my belle
Suck my dick so well I took her on tour
Bitch was so raw
Nice tits, fat booty, ahk, you know what I'm saying
Pass it off to Puff and Loon with no delaying
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 your 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 niggas involved, they being carved
They used to shoot dice in back of the M, Rob
It's all praise due to the paper, got me watching my neighbors
If I don't know you, do me no favors
And that's coming from the horse's mouth
Repping East, West, and South
Nigga front, we airing him out
Old timer said don't leave the label 'til you 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 with 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, El Ponse and Bayamon
That explains why I'm not home
That explains why I'm low, in videos I'm not shown