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*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*tch.)

[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*ckin 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*gga
All y'all can get it dawg f*ck who's with ya
That's the game, there's a winner and a loser, n*gga..
[Esham]
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

[TNT]
Yo, I rock that sh*t
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!

[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*ggas 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*t
That quick-to-bust-a-cap sh*t
That get-out-the-line,-smack-you-up sh*t
Quick b*tch, I rock that sh*t hard
But I don't need no f*ckin 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 f*ckin ask ya!