When Will I See Your Face Again - 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 ___?___ on me you the one forsakin on me Well uh, can you rock that shit?

(I can rock that shit)

This how they rock that shit

(That's how they rock that shit?)

Well how you rock that shit?

(I rock my shit like this)

This how we rock OUR shit

(Lemme rock that bitch.)

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 fuckin 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 nigga

All y’all can get it dawg fuck who’s with ya That’s the game, there’s a winner and a loser, nigga.

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

Yo, I rock that shit

whether that rap shit or crack shit

master that shit, serve that shit, raw

never whip my shit with a Blood or Crip

BG’s or GD’s, vice lords just rock that shit 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 shit

That quick-to-bust-a-cap shit

That get-out-the-line,-smack-you-up shit

Quick bitch, I rock that shit hard

But I don’t need no fuckin 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 ass

do you know who did this to you?

is all they fuckin ask ya!