Smile In Ya Face (explicit Version) Lyrics - Black Rob

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

Turn your back, they tryin to break your J-A-W 

Who a nigga on the run, eatin P.O.W.s 

Strapped with arrows, and the 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 F.D.R. doin like 90 a pop 

Fuck five-0 niggaz too grimey to stop 

All we came to do was 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 

A lotta shit I do is off the hard 

and I be like shhh, thats why the Feds dont wanna talk to Rob 

Yall had to go force the god, naw I ain't got nothin to prove 

Ain't gotta carry the two, see my daddy told me bury them fools 

And remember this rule: don't fuck with niggaz that ain't fuckin with you 

So when you're home with nothin to do 

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

And they can take it like they wanna take it, I ain't just a rapper 

Certified Harlem knight, Mister Will-Bust-A-Cap-er 

Heyyo, one two three, to get to them you got to get through me 

And its the Bad Boy family tree, like I said we gonna do this shit, nonstop 

And my sole purpose is makin you dance 

ladies scream "Blackie, Blackie gimme one more chance!" 

Now she backstage hand in my pants 

I been tryin to tell myself, I gotta stop fuckin my fans 

Like Mi-chelle, uh, my belle 

Sucked my dick so well I took her on tour, bitch was so raw 

Nice tits, fat boomty, ak, y'know what I'm sayin? 

Passed it off to Puff and Loon, wit no delayin 

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 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 niggaz involoved, they be in cars 

That used to shoot dice in back of the ?m rob? 

All praise due to them papers, got me watchin my neighbors 

If I dont know you do me no favors 

And thats comin from the horses mouth, reppin east west and south 

Nigga front we airin him out