DJ Kay Slay, Scarface, Raekwon - I Never Liked Ya Ass lyrics
DJ Kay Slay [Keith Grayson] New York, U.S.
[DJ Kay Slay, Scarface, Raekwon - I Never Liked Ya Ass lyrics]
Don't see Kay in these
Motherfuckin' streets dog
Nigga walkin' around in this motherfucker
Lookin' shocked and stupid, baby
We runnin' these motherfuckin'
Streets for real
Kay Slay, holla at God damn baby
Kay Slay, they don't want me out here
They don't want you out here, dog
This is motherfuckin' Face Mob, Kayslay
New York City holla at ya God damn baby, we
Don't rock no motherfuckin' ice, baby
We rock this real shit, dog
And if you think a nigga bullshittin'
Come fuck wit it it's goin' down
Let's put an ending to chatter, nigga
See me in gloves
I'm the poof in the booth, bitch
Read it in blood it's Face at you
Freezin' motherfuckers like a statue
I got a loaded Kay Slay pointed at you
The end of your beginning
Before you even get it started
You fucked up
Now you in the presence of a heartless
Nigga, from out the gutter
Spit it and don't stutter i'm a gangsta
Raised around the dope fiends and hustlers
But silence is golden
And the streets don't talk
Don't let shit slide, cause beef don't walk
We attack hoes, fuck a nigga with wack flows
I'm the last of a dying, bitch
Act like you don't know
I'm the reason you niggas walk around thug
Just remember I'm the one made
You can get touched
So what you fittin to put a record out
You a motherfuckin sellout
Slay told me to knock your ass out
And you was right
I never liked ya motherfuckin' ass
To start with
You know it's better get your self regardless
And Kay, bitch
You picked the right nigga to play with
Now you got a leakin' T-shirt
From the chay spit
Snow white five glendin'
The elevator with the crib
Blend with it kid
I feel one of them Bill Clinton's
Mills is spent, still don, still rentin'
Still yacht flyin', still killin' fish
Still killin' clicks
The fifth out, don't even breathe out
And ganna with the ill
Thieves, slick hammers, we all fam
What, pull out the four, pop the truck
See the luxury morgue
The casket leather, the python seeks your dog
Flashback, he and them Benz's lenses
Actin' like he did ten sentences
Son ain't real
He got excited, parked the truck
Just leaned the lighter
Twist the blunt, sat back, son beepin'
We drove off it's money on it
Until them young niggas don on it
Devour the snitches, you get on
You born with it make a toast for hours
For all the money and power
The right division, don't never
Let corns get it, drama
Pass the rock, you niggas gassed a lot
I never liked ya ass, but then again
You can't be shocked
Most feared in this rap game
And ain't for frontin'
Best believe when shit pop off
I'm blazin' somethin'
It's the J to the Izzo, you know the rest
Nigga can't get a Twiz-o, but flow the best
I've been doin' this for years
Ruinin' careers
Niggas never wanna listen til the
Toolies in the air
It's the kid that don't be givin' a fuck
I hold a shit outta grudge
The type of nigga that'll spit at the judge
Niggas gettin' gelled
They say I'm livin' it up
Cuz I'm at Hollywood with Denzel
Flickin' it up
I play the corner when the shit is hot
Summer time in the X
Kay Slay got the shit on lock
That's where you go to find the God body
Second to none, unless you compare
Him to John Gotti, god
Motherfuckin' streets dog
Nigga walkin' around in this motherfucker
Lookin' shocked and stupid, baby
We runnin' these motherfuckin'
Streets for real
Kay Slay, holla at God damn baby
Kay Slay, they don't want me out here
They don't want you out here, dog
This is motherfuckin' Face Mob, Kayslay
New York City holla at ya God damn baby, we
Don't rock no motherfuckin' ice, baby
We rock this real shit, dog
And if you think a nigga bullshittin'
Come fuck wit it it's goin' down
Let's put an ending to chatter, nigga
See me in gloves
I'm the poof in the booth, bitch
Read it in blood it's Face at you
Freezin' motherfuckers like a statue
I got a loaded Kay Slay pointed at you
The end of your beginning
Before you even get it started
You fucked up
Now you in the presence of a heartless
Nigga, from out the gutter
Spit it and don't stutter i'm a gangsta
Raised around the dope fiends and hustlers
But silence is golden
And the streets don't talk
Don't let shit slide, cause beef don't walk
We attack hoes, fuck a nigga with wack flows
I'm the last of a dying, bitch
Act like you don't know
I'm the reason you niggas walk around thug
Just remember I'm the one made
You can get touched
So what you fittin to put a record out
You a motherfuckin sellout
Slay told me to knock your ass out
And you was right
I never liked ya motherfuckin' ass
To start with
You know it's better get your self regardless
And Kay, bitch
You picked the right nigga to play with
Now you got a leakin' T-shirt
From the chay spit
Snow white five glendin'
The elevator with the crib
Blend with it kid
I feel one of them Bill Clinton's
Mills is spent, still don, still rentin'
Still yacht flyin', still killin' fish
Still killin' clicks
The fifth out, don't even breathe out
And ganna with the ill
Thieves, slick hammers, we all fam
What, pull out the four, pop the truck
See the luxury morgue
The casket leather, the python seeks your dog
Flashback, he and them Benz's lenses
Actin' like he did ten sentences
Son ain't real
He got excited, parked the truck
Just leaned the lighter
Twist the blunt, sat back, son beepin'
We drove off it's money on it
Until them young niggas don on it
Devour the snitches, you get on
You born with it make a toast for hours
For all the money and power
The right division, don't never
Let corns get it, drama
Pass the rock, you niggas gassed a lot
I never liked ya ass, but then again
You can't be shocked
Most feared in this rap game
And ain't for frontin'
Best believe when shit pop off
I'm blazin' somethin'
It's the J to the Izzo, you know the rest
Nigga can't get a Twiz-o, but flow the best
I've been doin' this for years
Ruinin' careers
Niggas never wanna listen til the
Toolies in the air
It's the kid that don't be givin' a fuck
I hold a shit outta grudge
The type of nigga that'll spit at the judge
Niggas gettin' gelled
They say I'm livin' it up
Cuz I'm at Hollywood with Denzel
Flickin' it up
I play the corner when the shit is hot
Summer time in the X
Kay Slay got the shit on lock
That's where you go to find the God body
Second to none, unless you compare
Him to John Gotti, god