I Gotcha'
(专辑: Hip-Hop For Sale - 2005)
[Intro] I
gotcha! Uh-huh, huh! You thought I
didn't see ya now didn't ya? Uh Uh-huh, huh! You tried to sneak by me now didn't ya? Hehehe Uh-huh, huh! Now gimme what'cha promised me GIVE IT HERE, C'MON! [Canibus] Yeah, yeah Yeah, uh, you know it's all terrific Know it's... yo [Open/Close] I
just wanna see you pump yo' fists I
don't wanna hear y'all talk no shit I
just wanna get on stage and show the
gift Show the
gift... [Chorus One] I'm the
type of nigga that'll click-click ride wit'cha The
type of nigga that'll smoke that lah wit'cha The
type of nigga that'll bust that nine at'cha Spit that line at'cha, hit that fi-i-yah [Canibus] Yo, aiyyo whattup, God? No love? Odd You can't sell crack on the
block no more Cause I
pulled up, parked, rolled up, sparked Dogs barked, OH SHIT! NARC's I
Jackie Chan up the
wall and sit in the
dark Or go runnin for a
jog while I
spit in the
park My jigsaw still hard, the
metaphors remain sharp Give you sharp pains through your brain up your slang box Me and you in the
sandbox, with our hands locked Get the
same shit your man with the
broken hand got I
bang glock, I
been hot Cocked back Mai Ling from Bangkok [?] Mind grow, but the
fat-ass can sit up front Your broad that look like trash can sit in the
trunk I'ma fuck 'til I
break off chunks Break off a
big chunk of skunk and take off with a
blunt Hit the
studio, sometimes I
work all day Still change my voicebox oil every 3K Step to the
stage, throw a
sign to the
DJ Everybody screamin out do what the
weed say! [Chorus One] [Chorus Two] The
type of nigga that'll set up shop wit'cha The
type of nigga that'll pace the
block wit'cha The
type of nigga that'll pass the
block to ya Stash the
rock for ya, nigga I
gotcha [DMP] (This is!) The
ghetto-ass shit for you baby The
hood love it, so I
gotta give it to 'em daily I'm on the
block, like Olajuwon and Ewing I'm a
pimp bitch, by the
way, how ya momma doin? Like Rakim Allah, I'm a
"Microphone Fiend" The
fuckin "Last Dragon" like Leroy Green That Mausberg kicks, rearrange your spleen Now you on part of the
Handicapped, Olympic Team I
got a, deadly disease without a
vaccine It's called {"Get the
fuck outta my face before I
let this Eagle scream!"} You runnin game, all I'm sayin is where your fuckin team? This that dope, somebody [?] and let the
lyrics fiend I'm livin dreams from a
stroke of the
pen to get the
cream You garbage, I
turn the
channel when you come on the
screen Flow so pure, cause I'm fuckin with raw Suited up, booted up, and I'm ready for war Yo 'Bis, let's get it live, grab the
tec-9, what else? [Canibus] The
glock 9, and the
double-axle forty-five Bend your mental from the
beginning to the
end It's connected to the
beginning like infinity symbols I
keep it simple, don't wanna offend you Cause niggaz don't understand what they ain't in to (Misunderstandin, is still a
form of understandin) But y'all niggaz don't hear me though [Chorus One +
Chorus Two] [Open/Close]