Smile In Ya Face

Whooooo

Bad Boy has just entered the building ladies and gentlemen

Black Rob has just entered the building

Harlem stand up

They smile in your face, but they ain't lovin' you

Turn your back, they try break your J-A-W

Who a cat on the run eatin' P-O-W

Strapped with arrows, and a chrome B-O-W fam

It's no act yo, no

This chick'll keep my thing between her cheek and gum, like tobacco

On the FDR, I'm doin' like 90 a pop

Screw 5-0, black too grimy to stop

All I 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 standin' 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 things I do be off the heart

And I be like, "pshhh"

That's why the Feds don't wanna talk to Rob

And y'all had to go force the god

Nah, I ain't got nothin' to prove, I ain't gotta carry the tool

See my daddy told me bury them fools

Uh, remember this rule, don't mess

With dudes that ain't messin' with you

So when you home with nothin' to do

Just get comfortable, cuz they ain't doin' nothin' to you

And who can take it like they wanna take it

I ain't just a rapper, certified

Harlem knight, Mr. Real Bust-a-Cap man

1, 2, 3

To get to them you got to get through me

And this the Bad Boy family tree

Like I said we gon' do this here, non-stop

Ok, my soul purpose is makin' you dance

Ladies scream, "Blacky, Blacky, give me one more chance"

Now she backstage hand in my pants

And I been tryin' to tell myself, I gotta stop screwin' my fans

Like, Michelle, umm, Maribel, dug me off so well

I took her on tour, shit was so raw

Nice boobs, fat boogie, I, ya know what I'm sayin'

But pass it off to I and K, with no delayin'

The average dude'll walk around here sad

Get some chronic, now he honest, he gon' make some flash

Get news, hit their chick once too fast

But she caught him for his furs and his jewels and cash

Shoulda known it, me, I could never condone it

Bum chick walk around my joint like she own it

She got some trick dudes involved, they be in cars

They used to shoot dice in back of the Embarq

It's all praise due to the paper

Got me watchin' my neighbors, if I don't know you do me no favors

And that's comin' from the horse's mouth

But the East, West and South, dudes front I'm airin' 'em out

Old time I said, don't leave the label 'til you paid

And hold yours down, from the cradle to the grave

Sharp as a cut the barber gave you with the shave

Hands nice but I'm harder with the gauge

So go ahead, front for us, we savage

It's war, consider this collateral damage

And I even did some joints in Spanish

We control the entire zone, the punks sayin', "vayamos"

That explains why I'm not home