Carlton Fisk - Annamette lyrics

[Intro: Carlton Fisk] Aiyo, Carlton Fisk, the fugitive's back My n***a Donnie Cash, the animal Shyheim, the Rugged Child [Chorus: Donnie Cash] That's my Annamette I thug her, I love her, put nothing above her Cuz, baby girl, demand respect That's my Annamette She holdin' a pound, she holdin' me down Tell me, can you stand it, yet? That's my Annamette The queen of the jungle, she mean and she humble But baby girl, demand respect That's my Annamette A chick that'll roll, and stick to the road Tell me, can you stand it, yet? [Carlton Fisk] My Annamette, cook, clean and roll my clips If you a lame, then she gon' bring me home your chips And if you front, she'll expose you quick Type of chick, roll a Dutch at a Knick game, then get brain So smart, that she insane, I still say That she the best woman in the world, that God made Understand that a man, gon' f** with other ends As long as it ain't f**in' with her plans Won't be nothin', co*k back, automatic palmed in her hand Razor blades in my her mouth, my dick in her hand It don't matter if I'm in or out of the can I'm somethin' like a pimp, Annamette, my bottom b**h, understand How I throw you in the trunk with the rats Drive around with you all day, to dump you where you're pumpin' your crack Got a Coupe with no roof/ it ain't nothin' in fact Annamette, ridin' shotgun, palmin' the gat Manuever and stack, I put it where a poster be at And if you posin', muthaf**a, you supposed to get snatched You a b**h, talk sh**, then you suppose to get slapped You know I ain't wanna do that sh** to you, man [Chorus] [Shyheim] My woman soldier, I'm the light, she my reflection When I see her, a smile be my facial _expression She stands up and hug me, give me tongue kiss for minutes This make the hundred and seventh visit Five hundred and thirty fifth picture Mama girl next to a general on the front line Understandin' my principals of loyalty, love, respect and honor She remind me of my mama, I remind her of her pops She like a little girl, in the playground when we shop My hands gridlocked, strollin' thru Gucci Anything for my ruby, you mean the world to me When I'm stressed, you like my only Advil When I'm vexed, you the only one to give me the chill You make me feel like I'm a worth With a big a** castle on the hill But in all reality, I'm in jail runnin' up your phone bill You could of been in the club, with them thugs, poppin' bub and stuff Instead you was on that prison gat bus With my package and stuff/ and that's real I could feel it in your touch, that's true love [Chorus] [Donnie Cash] I'm an Animal, so I keep an Annamette on the steps With a bomb, in her thong, and her hands on the tech She the bomb, f** with a don, need a man of respect That'll slap her, as soon as she act up, put his hands on her neck Keep her in check, at the same time, we keepin' a flesh Cuz Annamette's being needed at best And I love to see her squeeze in a dress But I'd rather see her squeezin' your chest And let her breeze in the Lex' to rest up For the best, S-E to the X, then vest up For the next wreck, she eager to catch Pound a lame n***a, eager to set, she feel it easy to stretch And keep at least a hundred g's in the chest So in pieces, made sure leavin' the rest Get a P.C., and she could lead a n***a D.C., seein' the rest I said that's my Annamette, if not the right hand She demandin' the left, shed tears Plus blood, f** a love, she demandin' respect I said that's my Annamette [Chorus] [Outro: Carlton Fisk] Yo Gooch! Good lookin' for the track, n***a I feel you daddy, Staten Island's finest, yes House Gang!