m. j. withers get it (feat. lenell louis) şarkı sözleri

EME on the rise EME on the rise EME on the rise EME on the rise EME on the rise EME on the rise EME, EME, EME, EME, hey When I come up runnin', gunnin', all these niggas they panic I be the first to make them falter, no halter, so proper, showstopper I shut'em down, give me my pay It's do or die to survive, be it a bullet or blade Homie get out my way, that's if you moving too slow I'm a practical fanatic, boy I gotta keep it pro Yo if they want the static havoc Yeah there ain't no stopping me Miss me with the braggin', baggin', currency monopoly Say what you say, be offensive yea you may Never play, keep your eye on the danger Niggas go fly on the tide On the twenty nine five, never mind where we go cause we major Keep it going, never slowing, never speak without knowin' What I preach what I'm showin', I be the lyrical poet How I be it's so stoic, but I'm fluent with my hands What I'm doing is the thing that they demand All my niggas gonna get it Sittin' sideways thinking 'bout the days I'ma spend it Boy I never fall gotta get it all I'ma win it Keep it high even reachin' to the sky I'ma get it And everybody with it, all my niggas gonna get it Sittin' sideways thinking 'bout the days I'ma spend it Boy I never fall gotta get it all I'ma win it Keep it high even reachin' to the sky I'ma get it And everybody with it Nigga The plot will thicken, we spot a victim When the tock is tickin', I gotta get'em Hit'em, split'em, rip'em, I got precision 'Gainst the opposition, I proposition that my position Will stop competition from my division with my compositions Accomplish my mission, you'll end up missing With no description, I move too efficient So what I gotta prove to you bitches? Nothing, end of discussion, nigga say less Get hit with the choppers and tear up your chest You niggas don't want it, I move with finesse Posing a threat? Nigga you looking a mess You look like a bitch in the flesh Demanding respect? F*ck your respect Stomping all over your neck to place you in check for fuckin' with vets You askin' for death for askin' what's next You beggin' for more, you gettin' the less Ain't making a move, checkers to chess like WOO Ric Flair debonair, while you niggas can't compare Plus the game's never fair EME on the rise, here we go one more time And we always do or die like we comin' from the Chi All my niggas gonna get it Sittin' sideways thinking 'bout the days I'ma spend it Boy I never fall gotta get it all I'ma win it Keep it high even reachin' to the sky I'ma get it And everybody with it, all my niggas gonna get it Sittin' sideways thinking 'bout the days I'ma spend it Boy I never fall gotta get it all I'ma win it Keep it high even reachin' to the sky I'ma get it And everybody with it Nigga All my niggas gon' get it Said all my niggas gonna get it Eclectic Minds Since 1999 nigga EME on the rise EME on the rise EME on the rise EME on the rise EME on the rise EME on the rise EME, EME, EME, EME, hey
Sanatçı: M. J. Withers
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