[Chorus:] Baby come back, any kinda fool could see There was something, in everything about you Baby come back, you can blame it all on me I was wrong
you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (Music's gettin louder) Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby
talk that shit, I want that beef I'ma tell you like a G told me They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D. Cash Rule Everything Around Me I'm YSL, Versace
on him, get in that dome She wanna call from the back, knowin I don't know how to act I don't got a problem blowin the mac But I'd rather play the bed
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come, on... Do it, do it , do it, come on, come on, do it do it... [Jay Dee] Back again from the
In one second that shit'll blow your family back [ chorus ] [ verse 3: big pun ] I thought I told you I only rap for the cheddar Keep the mac under
gentlemen (You choosin' ain't he) I'd like to introduce y'all (You choosin' ain't he) To somebody you already know (You choosin' ain't he) A Mac, a man
My fam fight back like wild dogs wit' out a muzzle The shots was multiple I remember blood puddles Landed in sand wit niggaz fallin' in doubles Baby
ya goin' to? Or do you like the things that life is showin' you? Fuck around and trust yo' under-folks Like dope fiends, you leave yo' cream with Post, you come back
kingdom of God... ...come back fat as a rat all the way down the east coast come back fat as a rat (rat rat rat) if-if-if ya need me baby if ya need me
chrome Where'd I get this wrist full of shiny stones By writin these live hooks rhymes and poems Swollen is back to reclaim the throne [Chorus:] Kingdom come
I grind daily, patriotic like Tom Brady I'm the bomb, baby, 'cuz what I write is beyond crazy I'm the Don with the teflon armor, good karma, Mac Palmer
, seek your own rhymes, come on! [Chorus] [Killah Priest] I lay rappers down, with the mac or the pound Pop 'em, stretch 'em out with they backs to
tank Let's get this money baby, they shady, we get shady Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's Then they come to kill our babies, that'
shit all the way up, yeah) You know that I'm two levels above you baby (BIG: Music's gettin louder) Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby (BIG:
shaq-attack, give a dog a bone Rhymin' is like hoopin', I'm already a legend Back in the days in the Fush-camp section Used to kick rhymes like baby, baby, baby
The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli That's it! All these motherfuckers stole from me I'm takin back what's mine LaughingYou motherfuckers
up, get up They call me Pillsbury Dough bwoy 'Cause they know I really get that dough bwoy Dropped, lean back, it was so propers Then I had to circle back
