They Got Me (Album Version) - John Forte They got me killin' with them They got me sinnin' with them Smokin' drum holdin' arms bustin' guns with them They got me fearin' the pen 'cause I don't want to go in It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on again Yo call my lawyer They ran up on me son ain't nothin' for ya Two shots my allabies I'm with Joe and De La Hoya Fight on ran up in the crib and turned the lights on Yo get this Mothaf**ka I don't leave no witness Like Larry Fishburne I'll meet in Hawthorne pushin' lefts With no signal light on yo word bond I know the shit's on Called Don Cartagena from the Pilan Yo be war lawyers and attorneys trying to hurt me Indeed I feel stressed Clutched my shorty's chest smokin' C I 's Truth or die shoot the five uncivilized to B Y 's Muffled lives like a pit bull at will Sit still or you're shook real Y'all niggas need to get real or get killed The 4-fifth call the men still alcohol's never distilled A hundred proof vest bulletproof They got me killin' with them They got me sinnin' with them Smokin' drum holdin' arms bustin' guns with them They got me fearin' the pen 'cause I don't want to go in It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on-again They got me killin' with them They got me sinnin' with them Smokin' drum holdin' arms bustin' guns with them They got me fearin' the pen 'cause I don't want to go in It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on-again I live a plush life Nothin' on my wrist crushed ice Bumpin' the heist in the GS with the bug lights Just us guys tough guys the puff lye Cut up pies from night 'til the sunrise If one of us dies his fam gets a share Every man's treated fair No one's getting his hand kissed in the chair We all shine as individuals ex-criminals We trained to not hate you for the Residuals Now his interludes reflecting how we was reppin' Snappin' necks-nigga Charging the mob for our protection I'm still rejecting offers from half the forces A corner office and ten percent of all extortion's I'm still enforcing but only when it's close to home Do it for Tony he taught me how to hold my own But now I'm fully grown and I got dreams of my own My whole team on the throne Living like kings out of Rome It's on They got me killin' with them They got me sinnin' with them Smokin' drum holdin' arms bustin' guns with them They got me fearin' the pen 'cause I don't want to go in It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on-again They got me killin' with them They got me sinnin' with them Smokin' drum holdin' arms bustin' guns with them They got me fearin' the pen 'cause I don't want to go in It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on-again For the right price I'll put any rapper on ice Over three gods Terror Squad'll cough 'em up real nice Send him to Christ taking his life's not a problem I've been robbin' niggas and pullin' Triggas way before my album Drowning my sorrows with bottles of Moe Anybody can go lose your control end up a John Doe You didn't know my shit is game tight The insane type to bust open your brain with a drainpipe It ain't right but I don't give a uh Me and Punisher contemplate your death like the governor My red dot that make ya head hot disgusting wet spot Blood gushing down your bumbleclot dreadlocks Ayo Joe We suffocating with the headlock Let's fly the kite to his Ma You leave the key inside the breadbox I hold the toaster Fugee-Camou coats and penny loafers Glass table meetings with Dons I'm nice wit' mine No time to be fair I build in this square I'm holdin' it there my corporation's like a million in share The gat push weak niggas back From Brownsville to Flat bush 9- double 1 dialing shorty wildin' She tryin' to send the god up to the island Like the rest of my fam the best of the damned 404

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