When Will I See Your Face Again (Explicit)

When Will I See Your Face Again (Explicit) - Natas

When will I see your face again But

When I got my pistol in my hand cause

You the one that's waitin on me

You the one that's hatin on me

You the one that's singing on me

You the one forsakin on me

Well uh can you rock that sh*t

I can rock that sh*t

This how they rock that sh*t

That's how they rock that sh*t

Well how you rock that sh*t

I rock my sh*t like this

This how we rock OUR sh*t

Lemme rock that b**ch

I'ma rock that drop that pop that balloon

Your head is too big for your shoulders boom

It's over it ain't good to know ya

Don't make me search the whole

F**kin hood for ya

Can't even hide out rats can't escape the trap

Don't make us wild out

With bats and gats on fake macks

They all see-thru

Don't let Themindzi peep you

Gettin exposed with some ho's

It ain't nothin to be fool

It's on now forever

I ain't foolin with ya

I die never

I'm in your future ni**a

All y'all can get it dawg f**k who's with ya

That's the game

There's a winner and a loser ni**a

How can I make you understand

How can I kill another man

Blood's on my hands Ballerz envy

I see the animosity In your eyes

Enemies pray for my demise

I'm gonna fly into the skies

And when I die the sun will rise

Whether that rap sh*t or crack sh*t

Master that sh*t serve that sh*t raw

Never whip my sh*t with a Blood or Crip

BG's or GD's vice lords just rock that sh*t for me

Gang bang or crack slang do your thang

Whatever it is just let your nuts hang

Swerve with me smoke some herb with me

Get shot up in a Suburban with me

Die superb with me

And that's how real

It'd be when you rollin through my city

With me cauze niggaz be straight-up hatin on me

A G' I'm never fakin to be

Get some cociana flake

And bake a cookie with me

Bake a cookie with me

Bake a cookie with me

Get some cociana flake

And bake a cookie with me

I rock that Acid Rap sh*t

That quick-to-bust-a-cap sh*t

That get-out-the-line -smack-you-up sh*t

Quick b**ch I rock that sh*t hard

But I don't need no f**kin guitar

No weapon needed

I'll run you over in my exotic sports car

Ghetto superstar

Underground masta

When I'm finished whooping on your a**

"do you know who did this to you

Is all they f**kin ask ya