Safety
I said
I said
Here we go
Style of my own and you, see it.
Who should I agree with?
Nigga's in the slums or the nigga's in the precincts?
Please think.
What would my shrink, Think. If I'm in the think tank Came out with them guns till' them bitches came clink clink
I'm hustlin'
Telephone nothin'
Leave no traces, got me twisted I'm not strugglin'
No fabrication, the mathematician I'm tryin' be.
Aim for the top. So, momma sorry I ain't gotta plan B.
I said, why hate me?
I'm the sniper on the roof for your safety,
The cause & effect of a real nigga coming for respect is 'bout to rain down on you,
On you
(Nigga') On you
I said
I said
Here we go
I said, I said, I said
Rome got yo' hoe she, freaky.
Cumin' three times, she content she don't wanna' fuck friendship.
Coming from me like a nigga means shit,
Except because she only such a mean dick man.
It's done, next one, Lipton, T bag
Want some baby?
Obligation more lead to hate and fear what I'm sayin'.
It's complicates if I'm dominatin', I need them rings,
Fuck with the guard, Heavily armed.
Humble enough to leave you a bowl I'm lovin em' all.
But why hate me?
I'm the sniper on the roof for your safety,
The cause and effect of a real nigga
Comin' for respect is 'bout to rain down on you,
Heh yeah
I said on you
On you
On you
I said
Here we go
Style of my own and you, see it.
Who should I agree with?
Nigga's in the slums or the nigga's in the precincts?
Please think.
What would my shrink, Think. If I'm in the think tank Came out with them guns till' them bitches came clink clink
I'm hustlin'
Telephone nothin'
Leave no traces, got me twisted I'm not strugglin'
No fabrication, the mathematician I'm tryin' be.
Aim for the top. So, momma sorry I ain't gotta plan B.
I said, why hate me?
I'm the sniper on the roof for your safety,
The cause & effect of a real nigga coming for respect is 'bout to rain down on you,
On you
(Nigga') On you
I said
I said
Here we go
I said, I said, I said
Rome got yo' hoe she, freaky.
Cumin' three times, she content she don't wanna' fuck friendship.
Coming from me like a nigga means shit,
Except because she only such a mean dick man.
It's done, next one, Lipton, T bag
Want some baby?
Obligation more lead to hate and fear what I'm sayin'.
It's complicates if I'm dominatin', I need them rings,
Fuck with the guard, Heavily armed.
Humble enough to leave you a bowl I'm lovin em' all.
But why hate me?
I'm the sniper on the roof for your safety,
The cause and effect of a real nigga
Comin' for respect is 'bout to rain down on you,
Heh yeah
I said on you
On you
On you
Credits
Writer(s): David Cunningham, Jerome Fortune
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