Giggs, Swizz Beatz - TERMINATOR lyrics
[Giggs, Swizz Beatz - TERMINATOR lyrics]
They feet up right now
I wanna see everybody stand on
They feet right now ha
Yeah zone, zone, zone, zone
Hey Swizz, I'm just gonna rap from the top
Make 'em stand up, ah
Exterminator, manager's observin' hater
All the man a terminator
Rollin' in a convertible 'til early, day up
Watch a couple videos and burn the day up
On my early bird to get that early paper
Yeah, we burnin' weed
No we ain't burnin' vapor
When we gettin' greasy, just a verbal taster
Rollin' up the weed, I got that herbal chaser
Yeah, got you up in your seat
Fuck them niggas 'cause all
Them motherfuckers is sheep get up, Swizzy
And show you motherfuckers a beat
I'm just happy 'cause my life I
Was stuck in the street
Yeah, 'cause it's nice 'cause none of
This was up in my reach
Get to runnin' up 'cause
That motherfucker was steep
Take a cigarette, brother
Take a couple of sheets
If there's some in there
You can take the money for keeps
Yeah, they thought that they had it
I don't even know why they even
Thought they could have it
This my habitat when I'm
Bringin' forces of habit
Little cabbage patch
Liftin' up the cork then I splash it
Yeah, just look at that
Thinkin' I put off with a hatchet
When that mack attack
Bet there won't be two when I clap him
That was random but that's just how
I talk when I'm rappin'
Put all them cameras up 'cause
In Hollywood they be snappin'
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
That's too much, Hollow Man
That's too much, Hollow Man
You talkin' too crazy for 'em, huh
Tell 'em somethin'
Sneeze, nigga, then you lose
Man just got the weed, but we need the booze
Cinderella dreams, but don't need the shoes
We don't got degrees, but we livin' huge
Niggas 'bout to sweep, yeah
We need the brooms
You can leave the streets
But don't leave your goons
Niggas movin' booze, you're just movin' boos
You wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for dude
How is he, pop-pop? He ain't got no clues
Think he saw a ghost, Ebenezer Scrooge
They ain't in the mood
You ain't got the moves
You ain't got the hit's
You ain't got the tunes
Mans have written them off
I don't listen to none of
Them niggas that's soft
Now they're questionin' if Hollow Man
Is still on the top
Why you runnin' 'round with Hollow Man?
Just chill in the box
Outside, villainous fucks
One time real as the clock
Fugees, they think they're killin' me soft
Leakin' got me spillin' Courvois'
They don't see us, either
Came back, man, hit 'em with the meat cleaver
You a boss actin' like a diva
Bitch, fuck your money, dog, we don't need ya
Yeah, come through with the two on two
Outside white, inside, turquoise, too
Bangin' on your chest, oh
You think you come from the zoo?
I'ma pull up and show you
What gorillas will do
Yeah, straight from New York to Peckham
Niggas actin' thirsty
Pull up with the soaker and wet 'em
Ayo, Giggs
I could go for another 50 or 60 bars but the
Song was over before I even
Got on this thing, huh
Zone, zone, zone, zone landlord
Showtime zone
Ayy right
Ayy right
What they gon' do now?
What they gon' do now, huh? Ayy
Man I brought the orchestra out to
London just for no reason