Please Don’t lyrics

[Intro: Labba, Clinton Sparks]
You know what it is, Flipmode
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[Verse 1: Labba]
Hit the rob like [?]
I will make Brooklyn n*ggas look like ladies
If I spit hot sh*t like my n*gga bad boos
When I come to the hood, gangsters be like respect due
If I war with n*ggas I top that day
Might top your momma ‘cause I got no shame
If I make my comeback like Black Moon
n*ggas got you open be like I got it too
If Rob plays Sanchez peep my baby moms
I f*ck her pus*y good with no problem
If [?] table like Black Eyed Peas
When I leave the club n*ggas have a sense of relief
I shop New York like Bus’ Rhymes
Then you know it’s about to be bang time
If you ever hear a n*gga talk about robbery
Jooks and sh*t n*gga he got it from me, Labba

[Chorus: Labba, Roberta Flack, Busta Rhymes]
I can make a grown man cry homeboy
Realise I came for the crown homeboy
Please don’t please don’t please don’t test me
I can make a grown man cry homeboy
Flipmode ‘til the f*ckin’ day that I day homeboy
Please don’t please don’t please don’t test me
(I tell you the facts n*gga, Flipmode b*tch)
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
I said that I’m tired of tellin’ n*ggas please don’t try see
Everythin' about me different all the way down to the diet
I’m like a f*cked up n*gga the way I do it so unfair
Talk a lot of sh*t if you ain’t knowin’ we don’t care
A lotta n*ggas look weak, not even vulnerable
Like the cheapest [?] she ain’t worth the deductable
The way I’m mashin’ on n*ggas you know the hood love it f*ck it
You front, you can end up gettin’ hit in your stomach
See when I talk, n*ggas listen like I’m speakin’ up on a panel
But when you talk you talk to the police on the news channel
They sayin’ f*ck the talk unless the dough drop down phoney
That you already know this kinda sh*t goin’ down homie
You ain’t comin’ through, and I’m lockin’ the town black
Whoever thought they had it, come and bring me the crown back

[Chorus: Labba, Roberta Flack]
Please don’t please don’t please don’t test me
I can make a grown man cry homeboy
Realise I came for the crown homeboy
Please don’t please don’t please don’t test me
I can make a grown man cry homeboy
Flipmode ‘til the f*ckin’ day that I die homeboy
Please don’t please don’t please don’t test me
(I tell you the facts n*gga)
[Outro: Ghostface Killah, Clinton Sparks]
When you see me comin’ get the f*ck f*ck the f*ck the f*ck f*ck the f*ck the f*ck out the entrance
Don’t f*ck don’t don’t f*ck don’t, don’t f*ck with (Flipmode) you’ll feel sorry