Blood E

From a player, creepin' on throne. Playa haters, imitators, finders, Lover, I'm alone. Sip some Poppa's trigger happy, niggas with they Foot caught in they hand. What I be, a sweet lover from my Poppa's Camp. To your soul, leavin' blood smokin' in your Face. Face a mighty man, guess they drag you When I leave no trace. All about this cash dance, stackin' cheese and Layin' low. Over street you go, A player hater ho. Princess Poppa comin' like the wind on your pony Ass. Hangin', this fire on, stickin', Leavin' in a fast. Competition, but you wishin' you Was dishin' what I'm givin'. Livin' it like I'm givin', but I'm goin' heaven's Kissin'. Goin' off the fuckin' streets. Know 'em like I know myself. Fuckin' with me, I'm comin' and I just live This to they health. All you see is it Wanna be, creepin' at your door, Little bees. I rather be down when I keep Spittin' That street shit. Street shit from a player, pimpin', Creepin' on a throne. Playa haters, imitators, finders, Lover, alone. Sip some Poppa's trigger happy, Niggas with they foot caught in they hand. What be, a sweet lover...