I Really Want To Show You Lyrics - K-ci & Jojo

Woo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin' in this motherfucker 

Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack 

Biggie, Biggie 

I know how it feel to wake up fucked up 

Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell 

People look at you like you's the user 

Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser 

But they don't know about your stress-filled day 

Baby on the way, mad bills to pay 

That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce 

And wish you wasn't livin' so devilish, shit 

I remember I was just like you 

Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin' over 62's 

'Cause G E D wasn't B I G 

I had to get P A D, that's why my moms hate me 

She was forced to kick me out, no doubt 

Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South 

Packed up my tools for my raw power move 

Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves 

For chumps tryin' to stop my flow 

And what they don't know will show on the autopsy 

Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick 

Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it 

Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court 

For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York 

Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man 

You better have your gat in hand 'cause man 

Come and run with me 

I really wanna show you 

How I run the streets 

I really wanna show you 

How I'm clockin' G's 

I really wanna show you 

Come and run with me 

I really wanna show you 

I had the master plan 

I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland 

With my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects 

They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs 

And when he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?" 

I got my honey on the Amtrak with the crack in the crack of her ass 

Two pounds of hash in the stash 

I wait for hon to make some quick cash 

I told her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed 

At last, I'm literally loungin' black 

Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks 

Had to re-up, see what's up with my peeps 

Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps 

See who got smoked, what rumors was spread 

Last I heard I was dead with six to the head 

Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder 

We got infiltrated like Nino at the Carter 

Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of 

By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners 

And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch 

I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich 

Conspiracy, she'll be home in three 

Until then I looks out for the whole family 

A true G, that's me, blowing like a bubble 

In the everyday struggle 

Come and run with me 

I really wanna show you 

How I run the streets 

I really wanna show you 

How I'm clockin' G's 

I really wanna show you 

Come and run with me 

I really wanna show you 

I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani 

Ain't tryin' to see no black man turn to John Gotti 

Guns and diamonds 

Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't shinin' 

Take ki's till they spot us, snakes flee with consignment 

This kid he got his krib rated, police found grams 

They locked up his whole fam, mom's sister his old man 

Nigga bailed his moms out, then he told on his man 

Now they home actin' like nuttin' wrong, hustlin' again 

He tried to be the next Frank White and Escobar 

Pickin' up coke a fiend holds it in a seperate car 

Cooks it up till it's bright white, cut it tight right 

Then he slings it to the fiends lookin' like Fright Night 

Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin' dough on computers 

High technology dealers to the users and losers 

Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's 

Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB 

My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer 

City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls 

Bitches, holdin' my weight in they titties and drawers 

My bitches out of state get bust while they pushin' my cars 

Callin' me up, callin' me baller, call for they cut 

Pretty hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut 

Seats on the Bent' stay nasty, push the dash 

For the stash box is where the cash be, watchin' for task force 

'Cause I know they comin' but I'm reachin' my goal 

Fuck bummin', I'm makin' sure I leave this whole game wit' somethin' 

Crib in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms 

Ridiculous, you lookin' at the next Nicholas Barnes, baby 

Come and run with me 

I really wanna show you 

How I run the streets 

I really wanna show you 

How I'm clockin' G's 

I really wanna show you 

Come and run with me 

I really wanna show you 

Come and run with me 

I really wanna show you 

How I run the streets 

I really wanna show you 

How I'm clockin' G's 

I really wanna show you 

Come and run with me 

I really wanna show you 

Come and run with me 

I really wanna show you 

How I run the streets 

I really wanna show you 

How I'm clockin' G's 

I really wanna show you 

Come and run with me 

I really wanna show you