Don't run, got to make a stand Don't run, good things are at hand Don't run, got to understand Don't run, 'cause you're in command Just don't forget
ya got me goin' Please don't stop girl keep on strokin' Girl you make love like your much older The kind of love that makes ya man toes roll up But don't
I can get do', and ice my wrist Trifling trick, I ain't wifing shit Cause I don't fuck around, with that type of shit I'm Scoo-Young, you don't want your
Monica] Mm-hm. [Bill] Well, what would you do with this cigar? [Monica] Well why don't you let me show you, Billy. Ooh! Don't do that, baby! Ahh! Hold
me Then lick my ass up and down Lick it 'till your tongue turns doo-doo brown Don't try to be slick and give me a kiss C'mon, baby, we can do this! [
She'll climb a mount, even run the block Just to kiss the head of this big black cock It'll tear the pussy open cause some satisfaction The bitch won't
caught, do the sin There's politickin' in the 600, drunk and blunted That's how we front it, but you don't wanna run up on it Inside the club packin',
the flo' and try to make somethin all hoes got all eyes on me cause I'm the baller at the bar buying up Don P off T-O-P I tell a girl how it be if you
come but he's done, now we run the block To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up They know we fed up But we they just don't give a fuck They just don't
fiend, you're killin me witcha attitude to match right, don't be phony cause I hate when you act like, you don't know me I've be stressin in the spotlight
bitchin if she hasn't got a fix in So... now I lay me down to sleep Lord don't let him rape me If he does my soul to keep Don't let the devil take me
Be careful don't let the transit cops see me It ain't nuttin like the old school! (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end) It ain't nuttin like
, cause I'm a ridah Death to you playa haters, don't let me find ya Mama made me rugged, baptised the public Now you hard thugs, nigga don't you love
cool but I ain't tha one to play tha fool can't make no money in bed so ain't no future fuckin' you I ain't tha bitch ta love ya can't do a damn
lies, who? Puffy, I read your little interview buddy, c'mon You still ain't touchin us, all that peace talk I don't care if you kiss my ass from here
of Chorus:] "Cause that's a nigga nature" [2Pac] It ain't my fault [Lil' Mo] Hehe, Q.D., where you be? Ahh [2Pac] Don't blame me blame my momma, a nigga
ching for your soul Everything must go Kiss, kiss on the lips Of the apocalypse Ring, ring, burn the cell This is Love 2012 Don't run away from what
I'll teach you some new words to say I'll show you a game we can play Play with me Diana Now I'll show you again we can play So don't be afraid of the
