Fall Back Freestyle

[Chorus: Brandy] Fall back... I'm trying to breathe and you're killing me Fall back... I understand that you're feeling me Fall back... I ain't got a attitude But I'mma flip if you don't give me room to move [Verse 1: Fabolous] I gotta stay on the move So this cat got more spots than a leopard skin The safe's in the ceiling where I stash drugs and weapons in Nigga I'm just steppin' in... Already got boxes full of money like that movie that Johnny Depp was in I'd rather pull a gat than run Cause what goes around comes around faster than a gatlin gun These broke niggas think goin' to Manhattan's fun I'm on the Punta Cana shore with a Latin one That can suck a beach ball through a straw Act like a chipmunk and put nuts in еach one of her jaws Homie, I'm just trying to tеach yall how to score It's easy for me to pull up each fall in azures And my dope sends buyers from O.T They heard I got the same shit that caused Len Bias to O.D This the young nigga that inspire the O.G.'s In that H-2 with thin tires and O.Z.'s And yall got jewels but I doubt it's the same shine Mine look like the sun and moon's out at the same time Don't worry about the rumors that a broad dish When I ride around with the same gun Travolta had in Swordfish So fall back like you lost your balance I don't want to toss with talons But you keep stylin' And I'mma have to let the 16 squirt And make your white T look like a Miskene shirt nigga [Chorus: Brandy] Fall back... I'm trying to breathe and you're killing me Fall back... I understand that you're feeling me Fall back... I ain't got a attitude But I'mma flip if you don't give me room to move [Verse 2: Brandy] What the fuck? Proper truck 7 jeans, white truck Range Rover sitting on 2-3's On the 745 on the 105 Ain't nobody in the ride but me Can't say anything you want about my business Better hold your tongue unless you witness My life first hand My joy, my pain Not just my music, and my name [Chorus: Brandy] Fall back... I'm trying to breathe and you're killing me Fall back... I understand that you're feeling me Fall back... I ain't got a attitude But I'mma flip if you don't give me room to move [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] You can bet your bottom dollar If it's ever a room that I'm tied up in That Im gonna throw bullets like Boomer Esiason Give him a wound where his eye has been And lift him off the ground like a hot air balloon when it's firin' My game's smooth as Mariah's skin But I'm popular So I travel with the goons when I slide up in I'm blamed for the heat round my way I made it without a Making of the Band Or a Freestyle Friday Why you with him if your troops don't buck I'm at the corner Wrapping you in plastic like a Fruit Roll up I get brain from every female Like my past's intelligent They're taking more nuts than the average elephant They acting like they own slugs and armory But if we bump heads They'll be talking faster than Bone Thugs-N-Harmony There's names you can call me But "Broke" ain't one I'm in the game for the O.J. run My goal ain't done Go in the house with your old gray gun We got something big enough to be a court case son And I've learned to overcome the new faces I'm starting to heat up So my dick get more tongue than shoelaces You can catch me in the hood with a couple G's And I'm bangin' things High cause I go through more trees than Orangutans You're going to make me go put the clip in and pop ya You're horrible nigga I'd rather sit through an opera [Chorus: Brandy] Fall back... I'm trying to breathe and you're killing me Fall back... I understand that you're feeling me Fall back... I ain't got a attitude But I'mma flip if you don't give me room to move