Natas - When Will I See Your Face Again lyrics

[Esham] 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 [TNT] Well uh, can you rock that sh**? (I can rock that sh**) This how they rock that sh** (That's how they rock that sh**?) Well how you rock that sh**? (I rock my sh** like this) This how we rock OUR sh** (Lemme rock that b**h.) [Mastamind] 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**in 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 n***a All y'all can get it dawg f** who's with ya That's the game, there's a winner and a loser, n***a.. [Esham] How can I make you understand? How can I k** 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 [TNT] Yo, I rock that sh** Whether that rap sh** or crack sh** Master that sh**, serve that sh**, raw Never whip my sh** with a Blood or Crip BG's or GD's, vice lords just rock that sh** for me Gang bang or crack slang do your thang Whatever it is just let your nuts hang! [Esham] 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 n***az 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 [TNT] I rock that Acid Rap sh** That quick-to-bust-a-cap sh** That get-out-the-line,-smack-you-up sh** Quick b**h, I rock that sh** hard But I don't need no f**in 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**in ask ya!