celsior
With a clique what consist
s of hardcore niggas
and sick made sisters
See bitches play cheap
and enemies play for
It's why I keep my clique deep and, uh,
my trustee in reach
Now everybody wants love, they say
Niggas tryin' to mix with bitches like
O .J. and
Tanqueray
I heard of
Sprung's dumb motherfuckers
Committin' murder over bitches
not givin' two shits about how to dick it
I heard of too much of how
your man love you
While these freaks is gettin' beat
until they black and blue
True, true,
there's not enough folks I trust
There's too,
too much of them and not enough of us
Now how the fuck am I supposed to
find a proper wo man
Hearin' this atmospheric fear
and helicopters hummin'
And how am I supposed to find
the love they talk of
When all my homies got to say is,
they ain't no love
I ain't never seen one of that
I ain't never seen one of that
I ain't never met one of that
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
I ain't never felt one of that
Oh, oh, oh, oh
You can do that, oh, bullshit
Bullshit
I need a woman dedicated,
and down for the premeditated
And when it comes to sex, gets triple
X rated
Who can move with the grace of an assassin,
used to packing
With eyes like black velvet
and skin like satin
Possessed in a certain ruthlessness
An understanding of the evil that
men do when she coup with us
But all this gangster shit aside
Hardcore is worthless if there
ain't no love, right?
I want a woman of substance,
plus of intellect
Who demands, nah,
I mean com mands respect
I'm one who can put
all these haters in check
And one who understands
the power of her sex
And oh I know, I got requisites
She gotta stand on her own
and not play the bitch
She got something on her mind,
she better say the shit
She come with lies and deceit,
but I don't play that shit
You see I ain't met a woman
on my diaper yet
Mine's gotta look fine up in a
Teflon vest
She gotta smoke more
cess than I could ingest
Plus look up in a vest and not choke up in
An d sleep beside the deck, nah
Find baby doll all in my arms and with
the breath on my neck
I need a woman and a bitch
who ain't afraid of death
I mean who knows what she wants
and won't take no lessons
Ain't none to die
I ain't never seen one to die for
Nev er seen one to die for
I ain't never met one to die for
I ain't never felt one to die for
Never felt one to die for
I can do that whole bullshit
Yeah
Hotel, motel, holiday weekend
Took her to the room,
baby, sipped this gin
She was off the hook and it
was fifteen after ten
I mean I could hit this motherfucker,
get some more drink and hit it again
And again
Till my back fold,
bite you on the neck
And I'm out the back door
Call me the black vampire
of the neighborhood
But I wouldn't eat you lest
the flavor's good
But I was like damn,
all this time she had another man
I knew I was
her weekend rendezvous
In her life, I was like hittin' off
some green weed
Speakin' of green weed, hit the weed
and get between the sheets
Meet ya at the back of the
mattress where the headboards at
Ayy, cause I'm a dog that don't
wanna have to chase no cat
Stay cautious,
cause my wallet got some cheese in it
And a twenty sack of weed in it
And I'm off that hate,
broke bitches are the craziest
She knew I was high, so she took my shit
But she didn't know I had that nine
with the extra clip
And she better leave this town,
cause
I'ma kill that bitch
See, I ain't met me a top -notch,
I'm -a die for ya
See, ma, gotta be ready to give me
my bulletproof vest
And, uh, smoke more weed
than I can ingest
And make that cheese so a nigga don't
have to smoke that stress
Yes
I ain't never seen one to die for
Never seen one to die
I ain't never met one to die for
Yeah
I ain't never felt one to die for
Never felt one to die
You can do that
O -Punk
Shit!
Settle
O 'Keefe's never seen
one to die for
Lynch
Hung's never met one to die for
First
Degrees never felt one to die for
You can do that
O -Punk
Shit!
I'll
Brotha Lynch Hung 
