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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Composer
V. Brown
V. Brown
Composer
S. Smith
S. Smith
Composer
Willie Hutch
Willie Hutch
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Xtreme
Xtreme
Producer
Anthony "Acid" Caputo
Anthony "Acid" Caputo
Recording Engineer
Mike Tocci
Mike Tocci
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Damn, damn, ma, we ain't even have to go through it like that It wasn't even, even that big, man You know, nah, it's ight though But anyway, yo, let me get that coat Let me get those jeans, and let me get that rock on your finger Oh, it's stuck? Then I'll take the whole finger than, man Let me get those bags from Paris, and the puppies is staying, yo! Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that me and nigga got beef (Ok girl) Yo, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no! Aiyo, I should just bark on you, burn your car on you Cuz I'm too much man, to leave a mark on you You'se a bird you know that, giving that man Ten points, like he about to blow that He probably did, you swallow his kids? In and out of jail, he a snail, he wasn't wilding on bids In the summertime, I broke his jaw, had to do it, to him Quick, old fashion, in the back of the mall Me and him had 'mos forever, like I'm supposed to put him on When he came home and told on Trevor Had to bang on homey, ear blocks, out in spots Throwing them shots, like 'sucker, you know me' Stop fronting for them people out, side like you really ride And you a silly chick, thought you was really live But I guess I was wrong, I'mma holla at dog And rip his head off, words of a song Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that me and that nigga ain't do got beef (Ok girl) Yo, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no Aiyo, I thought we was iller than that, all them kisses And love yous, when jake came, you hid my packs It was time a brother went to war, vests banged up Staining in the kitchen, yo, holding a four Sweatin' and breathing, bounced out of town for a weekend Heard you had homey in the passenger seating Honey, look, I'm a monster don, I do monster things That's why I put your ass under my arm Fuckin' with him can bring bodily harm And where you gonna hide in the streets when the body is gone If it's one thing I learned that, never trust a female On no scale, you just confirmed that Bounce to your momma house, pack your shit I don't care if you crying, you'se a ruthless chick Gots to watch you, these eyeballs in my face'll spot you My girl cousins, they gon' rock you Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga ain't they friends (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that me and that nigga do got beef (Ok girl) Yo, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no Shorty what is you thinking bout Didn't I put you down Flyest whips, rollin' round like yea That's the bosses chick, on the side I might of had, one or two Them silly broads wasn't nothing on you Rolling with him, try'nna get revenge That's shit, you just don't do Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (Ok girl) Yo, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no
Writer(s): Dennis Coles, Shawn Carter, Shaffer Smith, Willie Hutch, Vernon Brown, Douglas B Gibbs, R. Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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