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from Ill Na Na

"No One's" is track #8 on the album Ill Na Na. It was written by Harris Iii, James Samuel / Lewis, Terry / Cummins, G. / Marchand, Inga D.
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Member Mossy, member the sweet dreams
'Member the cocoa leaves, 'member Sega Genesis
Now we live in love like Genovese stash twenty G's ease
Crib in Belize please, forever cheese

Crib all fresh high tech nigga art deco in the villa room sippin' Demi Sec
Separate the classiest from the nastiest bugs on some ninety six ill shit
Niggaz used to rock Swatches and style 'member?
Now they 'bezel on the Rolexes chips like December
In Havana, the Cabana, Copa, now Fox is flippin' more chips than Oprah
Lizard skin sofa, ice flooded Don like Imelda Marcos, the Donness
I be the peron, pure precon foot action Tone like the Braxton
Fox nigga, get your smash on

No one's gonna love you the way I do
Nobody, I can love you better
No one's gonna love you the way I do
Nobody baby, your best bet is me

It was the floss thang for them niggaz to thug walk thang
And for the chips, Reebokses and New York thang
Small thang and to the hottest Goddess
Caramel skin tel, try this and die the hardest
Heartless, it was cool to shoot skully
He's remind me something like R. Kelly
Back in the days, maxes and cresses
Now it's 6's with chrome rellies and BBSes

Undress this, no deal, no skills off this
And from where I was holdin, before this
Bad chick before all this, peep the wrist action
Fendi sell ices around the bezelle
No sale, suited up in Bendel, Boogie
Oh well, could tell, I floss well
Peep the hustle, steamed shrimps and mussels
Lampin', in the Hamptons, quarter mile from Russell's

No one's gonna love you the way I do
Nobody, I can love you better
No one's gonna love you the way I do
Nobody baby, your best bet is me

If we was all Don like De Marco, runnin' crazy
Niggaz won't be haters ballin' like Briqueze
Presidential suites at Ramada in Nevada
Cheese like Ricotta nigga, bet I'm droppin'
Twenty G's on roulette, playa, what you bet?
The Cris have a nigga trippin' wet

Seven figs on a bet, 84 be 48, five on the plate, high stake, indo
Bet they went from Pujos to pushin' Benzo's
Dippin' on a van whip with the dipped Lorenzo's
The sassiest, mahogany Brown
Switch from rockin' lottos to coppin' movados
Peep the mix like mulatto, feel on
Tryin' to chill on the ville, sit back and get these millions
Yeah, now you ballin', please
Your stash wasn't swollen till my dough started rollin'

No one's gonna love you the way I do
Nobody, I can love you better
No one's gonna love you the way I do
Nobody baby, your best bet is me

Songwriters
Harris Iii, James Samuel / Lewis, Terry / Cummins, G. / Marchand, Inga D

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Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

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