Fall Back

[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 each one of her jaws

Homie, I'm just trying to teach 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