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Ego

 

Ego

(album: Lord Willin - 2002)


[Pusha T]
Yes sir..

[Chorus 2X's]
Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass
'Cause this motherfucking tech will get yo ass
[Pharrell]
"Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam..."
But if it don't, that's yo ass my man

[Malice]
I got guns 'cause they got guns
I get cash they get none
So I'm sure you see where that leaves me
In the streets with two heats, both one within my reach
I speak slow, let 'em understand my speech
When I say, "Get low, these hold ten shots each
Please, don't move too fast, I scared of y'all niggas and my nerves is bad!"
So sad, but I won't think twice
We rich, we get the best judicial advice
Threaten my life with them words that they ut-ter-ing
Adrenaline pump, my heart start to flut-ter-ing
Continuous dump, that tech gets to stut-ter-ing
Left in the slump, mother and sister cud-dle-ing
And for what, 'cause you ego-tripping
If that thing jam, it's divine intervention
Click!

[Chorus 2X's]
Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass
'Cause this motherfucking tech will get yo ass
[Pharrell]
"Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam..."
But if it don't, that's yo ass my man

[Pusha T]
Even if it's talk cheap (Say what...)
You know I can't sleep on his word
Had to show him that I heard (Let's go...)
All that duct-tape-tie-up talk put in reverse
Now it's him who's in a bind on the account of his words (Yeah, you know it...)
Yeah, they talk 'bout this and that (That...)
Got it fucked up, like I'm all 'bout rap (Rap...)
Word is I'm loaded, they want a piece of that
I respond with four words, "Rat-tat-tat-tat" (In yo ass...)
Now, rap about that
I carry a human heat box, to make ya heartbeat stop (Stop...)
Some say Pusha's the coldest
Money is my morals, other than that, I'm soulless
Refuse to wake up zeroless and 0-less
Carry that shit that blow your arm out your shoulders (Bla-oww...)
Techs don't come with holsters, I'm a menace boy (Don't forget, motherfucker)

[Chorus 2X's]
Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass
'Cause this motherfucking tech will get yo ass
[Pharrell]
"Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam..."
But if it don't, that's yo ass my man

[Pharrell]
Yo..
You niggas ain't fucking wit' us..
This is the real..
You niggas ain't fucking wit' us..
This is the real..
You niggas ain't fucking wit' us..
This is the real..
You niggas ain't fucking wit' us..
This is the real..
Bitch..

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