Get it right Taerio Ooh, ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em, ooh! You ready? You ready? I don't think they is
Nowadays everybody wanna Talk like they got something to say But nothing comes out when they move they lips I spit crack for my niggas that be moving bricks With they exclusive bitch Sippin' on Amaretto when she loose and shit Niggas sleeping on me then I Freddy Krueger shit With a few Philly niggas that be shootin' shit
I'm like Dre, I wish I had my nigga Snupe for this Oh, I grew up, I screw up a oz of crack Then I blew up they knew us before all this rap I been knew it was shooters You fuck around with me, get smoked like a hookah My ruger go booyah, I do it for the streets You do it for the nigga with the backpack
I do it for the niggas on the corner Tryna make a meal ticket with a crack pack Hold up wait a minute let me back track Hov gave you 24, let you have that Man you claiming you the king of New York What the fuck wrong with you nigga, step back Hundred shots, aim straight at your snap cap Everybody want the crown so I snatch that
Heard your gun go doo-doo-doo Well my gun go blap-blap-blap-blap What the fuck I gotta whisper to niggas To earn my respect just to get to these niggas Go Ether, Takeover or Jigga on niggas I really go 2pac and Biggie on niggas What the fuck wrong with him Like really I'm sick of you niggas You've been in the game like a year and some change And you feeling yourself so I'm killing these niggas like
(H-h-h-hold up, wait) Let the beat come back and the streets come back Niggas on the west tryna make the east come back Make me grow these nappy braids Make the beast come back like (H-h-h-hold up, wait) And a nigga fuck around get the Rico Act Shoot shoot, and one, where my free throw at? And my lil' nigga Bobby can't eat those flats Like ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em Ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em
They know Meek Milly, I barely went gold But Meek Milly look like he sold two million All this new money I'm getting my nigga I swear I don't know what to do with it Yeah it's Meek Milly, I'm bombing on rappers I really don't give a fuck who with 'em Pair with a nigga like me one time, like me one time
And ya'll forgot about me Acting like I don't really want mine What the fuck wrong with em Know how we feeling, let me get back to it Terio like ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em Ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em, ooh!
Compositor: Robert Rihmeek Williams ECAD: Obra #36160056