Aasim, Lord Tariq - Sign Here lyrics

Yeah yo
I gotta go to the store, man, for real
(The mixtape game ain't for everybody)
Do that verse one more time aw come on, man
That shit be soundin’ hot, son
The way you hit that sh
(Somethin' brand new by Aasim)
I need some Henny, nigga
(Featurin' Lord Tariq)
You goin’ to the store?
Yeah, nigga what want somethin', nigga?
(Shouts to Eric Beasley)
Do you need some punks, blunt or two
Somethin'?
(Devon, Smack, LT, Team Saga, what up?)
Bring me back a Heineken then, nigga
Haha, 'ight
Matter of fact, just get a whole six pack
Okay, yeah (Cory Gunz, haha) hurry up, man

I don't know this nigga
Why he shoutin' likе he know me?
He ain't crеw, he don't live
Here, never been here, he ain’t homie
Fuck he want? Got me thinkin’ old
Beef is creepin' on me
Damn I’m splishin' up
I should've had that heat up on me
We pullin', tuggin’ at the
Door, pointin', screamin' shout, "Lord!"
Ice grillin' killer smirk
Like he's ready to put in work
Shit I'm out, button pressin'
Elevator take too long
Aas' bring that metal, nigga
'cause I think it's on!

I'm on the way down
Trey pound lay somethin' down
First nigga I see ain't Tariq
Leave 'em face down
Elevator wildin' out, staircase down
Nextel chirpin', "What's the 4-1-1?"
Put the hurtin' on a nigga
Surgeons for certain be sayin'
"Put the curtains on a nigga, he's done"

You know the game, shit, I'm
Headed up the staircase
"B" side of the buildin'
I hear steps behind me
Yo Aas' better fill 'em
I'm dashin' through women and children
Excuse me (Damn, nigga)
"Where you at, man, they tryin' to lose me?"

First floor door swingin' open
I'm just hopin' I'm in time
I ain't hear no shots but the
First pop is all mine hit the lobby
Got two niggas lookin' like they tryna rob me
Point it at 'em, gun jammed
Shit them niggas pro'ly got me
Automatic 32, should've carried my revolver
Dipped behind the garbage can like
I'm runnin' from the coppers
I'ma, call Tariq, "Hey, yo son, we got beef
Niggas headed up the street"

Damn, they got me bangin' on
The neighbor's door, Ms biggs
Open up this door!
This kill tryna kill me, call my brother
Tell 'em bring it on
Please open up! Aw shit
I'm on the wrong floor
Made it to the 12th but I live way up on 24
Damn

See I'm dippin' through the laundromat
A old bitch lookin' like
Roberta Flack, eatin' on some Burger King
Blockin' me smashed right into her, "Bitch
Move your fat ass up out the way
'Fore niggas catch up to my
Ass and start to spray" out the laundromat
Seen a minivan up on the corner
Windows rolled down, yellin' my name loud
("Yo Aas'!")
I try to shoot again but no dice
Next maneuver got up off the corner threw my
Burner right up in the sewer
I ain't got no heat, I'm fucked up
(Ayo Tariq, yo, yo pick up, nigga)

But y'all know 'Riq, shit
I make it out this mo'fucker
Dashin' different, dodgin', runnin'
Wonderin' if I owe Walker's
Son or did I murk a worker fo' cash money
I'm fast money my last account off of
Cash resulted in fatality
It's casualties of war
I'm ready for whatever
Niggas got the off of Lord
I offer niggas off of shore
Bust a knuckle game is raw
I'm headed back down towards the
Lobby and pro'ly good
I'll sell this shit fo' Hollywood

This nigga ain't respondin' guess
The signal is lost
All of a sudden two niggas
Screeched up in a Porsche
Lookin' just bad boys, "Nigga, pick up!"
A nigga yelled, "Aasim, hol' up, nigga
Hol' up!"

Yeah, it's pro'ly a stick up, or robbery
Or homicide
Pro'ly some lame unaware that I'm
From the drama side
Pro'ly some dame that I hit
And didn't give her time fuck that
I'll approach the situation like
I got the nine
'Sup now, partner? "Nah, it ain't like that
'Riq I got business for you
You could make some nice track"
First, hands up, nigga, turn around
Turn back the song
"Ah shit, ah damn, yo, you seen my phone?"

With thugs of a guerilla
I'ma let this nigga talk
Stood up on him kinda close
In case the nigga try to spark
Asked the nigga
"What's the pro'lem? We could fight
Or we could sqush?"
He said, "Calm down, Aas'
You the next to be a star
And I know you ain't a nigga to
Get caught up in the lies you the illest
Most realest lyrical killer alive
I know you say you good
But my niggas wanna sign put your life
I mean your name right here
On the dotted line"