Lyrics:
do with that
Took a step so i closed the gap
Boy you better blast now
Let me call ya bluff and left you stuck
I’m on yo ass now
Kept a desert with
to the grave, haters got to behave
Learn by me, M-O-E from the one that street code to the game
I'ma maintain, I'ma let my nuts hang
I ain't scared to sip more
tempts me
My heart is empty, never feelin remorse
I got a sniper one killed in the cross ready to kill your boss
Chorus
[Noreaga]
Yo
although it doesn't seem right
Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right?
And who's to say that I'm to blame(blame)
we only pawns in this game(game)
of terror, the era of the Evil Side
Lay fools out in rhymes like drive-by's
Come, come, test this, let's just
See yo' face taste ??? then just this
No
We lit up and we don't need nobody
I got the base in the trunk of the car
And I serve up the city like Yo Gotti
These are Air Force 1s on me, not
the air
How do I know?
Everyone I met
I am in the trap
Call me mister go
Love is a war
Put down yo guard
Get blown by the loads
Oh I have something
go on then, go on then
This is how we're doing it
Right about now yeah wunsen
Yo I'm like no other
Try come clash me, please don't bother
Put Skepta
shit a shame (Walk)
She ain't let me know y'all was a thing so really who to blame (Who the fuck to blame)
Married to the game, my joint be stuffed with
doesn't hurt
And that's all on you
But
You could put the blame on me
I'll step up, be the better man
I seen the change in yo actions
Still tried the best I
thirsty like a shark nose
Dark clothes that's WARdrobe
Put a hundred holes in yo car does
Hundred rounds in my cargos
I wish you wells fargo
Nigga cross me
Joe pockets, lean back like a recliner
I'm in this, representin' West Side (Side)
A lot a people try to tell me I'm the next guy
Bat Gang, got it tatted
final thoughts
As I re-cock with more lines than a brochure
Stocked, ready to rock the elements of hip-hop
Do Gotti plots over instrumentals
Hit your
C-Lance, yo
Took a leap of faith and
Feet landed on the pavement (Uh)
Overexpectation, candid at my greatness
(yeah)
Played it low, avoided scrutiny
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin'
shot them
Mo' money mo' problems, suppose to get better
Feel for Afeni, like I feel for Violetta
Ay yo they call me Jae Millz, Tru Lenox and Banger
Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't want to ride with me nigga
C'mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin' car man
Yo why you trippin' man? Get
you doin' in the closet, fool?
Scared the fuck outta me, whassup?"
[BANG!!!]
(CHORUS)(repeated)
And check it out y'all (Yo, I'm still the same nigga)
If you ain't talkin money, I charge by the hour
cnd f*ck yo baby daddy, that boy is a coward
Started from the bottom but I'm up now
Say the wrong
But don't think to take advantage we still gone buss yo brain
I won't even do it myself I'm too surrounded by this fame
And jealous niggas turn
it
Really I can’t even blame em
I can’t blame them
Cuz they told me that I would never make it
And now life’s changin’
Gettin’ rich an hella famous
I
tatted on my chest I got blues
Gun up on me if you run up get two
Bash a nigga swear all they want do
cll the pain my niggas been thru
Expecting yo call
[King Just]
Tiger uppercut, yo, what the fuck?
A lotta you rappers, adapt me, so you better duck down
Check out the sound that pound
Rugged raw rap
Everybody, anybody see I'm God like
I'm God like, everyday I'm God like
I'm God like, everyday I'm God like
Yo, I'm God like, some will say I'm God body
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