[Intro: Carlton Fisk]
Aiyo, Carlton Fisk, the fugitive`s back
My nigga Donnie Cash, the animal
Shyheim, the Rugged Child
[Chorus: Donnie Cash]
That`s my Annamette
I thug her, I love her, put nothing above her
Cuz, baby girl, demand respect
That`s my Annamette
She holdin` a pound, she holdin` me down
Tell me, can you stand it, yet?
That`s my Annamette
The queen of the jungle, she mean and she humble
But baby girl, demand respect
That`s my Annamette
A chick that`ll roll, and stick to the road
Tell me, can you stand it, yet?
[Carlton Fisk]
My Annamette, cook, clean and roll my clips
If you a lame, then she gon` bring me home your chips
And if you front, she`ll expose you quick
Type of chick, roll a Dutch at a Knick game, then get brain
So smart, that she insane, I still say
That she the best woman in the world, that God made
Understand that a man, gon` fuck with other ends
As long as it ain`t fuckin` with her plans
Won`t be nothin`, cock back, automatic palmed in her hand
Razor blades in my her mouth, my dick in her hand
It don`t matter if I`m in or out of the can
I`m somethin` like a pimp, Annamette, my bottom bitch, understand
How I throw you in the trunk with the rats
Drive around with you all day, to dump you where you`re pumpin` your crack
Got a Coupe with no roof/ it ain`t nothin` in fact
Annamette, ridin` shotgun, palmin` the gat
Manuever and stack, I put it where a poster be at
And if you posin`, muthafucka, you supposed to get snatched
You a bitch, talk shit, then you suppose to get slapped
You know I ain`t wanna do that shit to you, man
[Chorus]
[Shyheim]
My woman soldier, I`m the light, she my reflection
When I see her, a smile be my facial _expression
She stands up and hug me, give me tongue kiss for minutes
This make the hundred and seventh visit
Five hundred and thirty fifth picture
Mama girl next to a general on the front line
Understandin` my principals of loyalty, love, respect and honor
She remind me of my mama, I remind her of her pops
She like a little girl, in the playground when we shop
My hands gridlocked, strollin` thru Gucci
Anything for my ruby, you mean the world to me
When I`m stressed, you like my only Advil
When I`m vexed, you the only one to give me the chill
You make me feel like I`m a worth
With a big ass castle on the hill
But in all reality, I`m in jail runnin` up your phone bill
You could of been in the club, with them thugs, poppin` bub and stuff
Instead you was on that prison gat bus
With my package and stuff/ and that`s real
I could feel it in your touch, that`s true love
[Chorus]
[Donnie Cash]
I`m an Animal, so I keep an Annamette on the steps
With a bomb, in her thong, and her hands on the tech
She the bomb, fuck with a don, need a man of respect
That`ll slap her, as soon as she act up, put his hands on her neck
Keep her in check, at the same time, we keepin` a flesh
Cuz Annamette`s being needed at best
And I love to see her squeeze in a dress
But I`d rather see her squeezin` your chest
And let her breeze in the Lex` to rest up
For the best, S-E to the X, then vest up
For the next wreck, she eager to catch
Pound a lame nigga, eager to set, she feel it easy to stretch
And keep at least a hundred g`s in the chest
So in pieces, made sure leavin` the rest
Get a P.C., and she could lead a nigga D.C., seein` the rest
I said that`s my Annamette, if not the right hand
She demandin` the left, shed tears
Plus blood, fuck a love, she demandin` respect
I said that`s my Annamette
[Chorus]
[Outro: Carlton Fisk]
Yo Gooch! Good lookin` for the track, nigga
I feel you daddy, Staten Island`s finest, yes
House Gang!
