King Los, Royce da 5'9", Shanica Knowles - Don't Get In My Way lyrics

The real life Riches to Rags tale of
One of Baltimore's biggest drug Kingpins
One of the biggest in Baltimore
According to the DEA
Trading at least 1, 000 kilos of
Coke, tens of millions worth
Right in our area
Garnett Smith may have made fortunes
Dealing cocaine and heroin
But it cost him his freedom

See in Baltimore City we don't really
Give a fuck, niggas die everyday
That's way this shit go
How the fuck you think these
Niggas supposed to care when
The cops ain't shit and
The drugs coming slow?
Nigga need a price for this shit
On the low man it's hit a plug hit 'em and
He fuck around and split
Nigga said, "Damn that was really your plan?"
If you take my money, I can take your bitch
Damn, shit getting crazy these days
(shit getting crazy these days)
What the fuck is going on?
Playing with another nigga change had an
AK spraying at your brain damn
Man I heard they ran up in
His crib they took his bitch
And all his purse and all his
Jewelry and his motherfucking chain
He said when I catch him I'ma send these boys
A message, time to teach
These whores a lesson
End the motherfucking game
Man, nigga do you dirty, got me drop topping
Brand new Glock 30
It's like a dark cloud always
Over my town and
This shit get real when the sun go down

When the sky turns night and the moon shines
Bright and the kids get tucked away
When The Wire gets cold
All the boys run home and the
Beasts come out to play
Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way
Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way
Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way
It's not so bad and you wave white flags
When I'm all up in your face
When you cross that line
You won't be fine 'till I
Put you in your place don't get in my way

I used to be defined by
Having the biggest nine
Being followed by a stripper chilling
With a fifth of Bombay
Now I'm just a stand up nigga looking down
Dealing with the digit's and the pounds
Don't get in my way hollow head
Bullets got a forehead on it
Looking big as Sade
On my way to visit yet another project chick
She living building 5A
I be there everyday, with another chick
They be singing to each other "You're
All I need to get by"
Mary J's, John Blaze on some other shit
Niggas wearing plaid shirts
Around their waist
Instead of weapons so this
Tec's playing checkers with them for
The thug of it
On your mark (mark) , nigga where your heart?
Couldn't knock a glass of water off
The table with a running start
My hypothesis is I'm cut
From a different cloth
God stop, make it with a rhinoceros
Y'all ballers, nigga I'm extinct
Heater by the sink, y'all in hot water
I'm a Molotov thrower, y'all the cop callers
When it pops off it's shots falling all
The smoke clears after shit happened

When the sky turns night and the moon shines
Bright and the kids gets out the way
When The Wire gets cold
All the boys run home and the
Beasts come out to play
Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way
Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way
Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way
It's not so bad and you wave white flags
When I'm all up in your face
When you cross that line
You won't be fine 'till I
Put you in your place don't get in my way

Been flexing since big body legends
Fronting like you getting it but
Your clique probably stressing
My whip got 'em guessing
My clip got the answer
If a prick got a question
Then your bitch probably pressing
I cop, fly drops and new sneakers
I've been top notch since high
Tops and 2 beepers
You ain't on my frequency
I frequent the Waldorf
Freak with the drawers off
In my jeep with the doors off
I ain't chopping the top or murkin' the tire
Coppin' coutour on tour, you know
Merch and attire
Know some OG's, OT that murk the supplier
Chop the whole bird up bumpin Earth, Wind
And Fire
Slow down, show you how to earn that shit
Whip the wheel count and money
While you turn that shit
I told a bitch, "Look, you get one turn
That's it just don't get no
Lipstick on this Hermes shit"
I'm from the murder
Where bitch niggas murk if you crispy
Either you pushing work or you
Working with the 50
But my circle never shifting
I copped my bitches red Birkin' bags
And got 'em jumping out of purple 760's
Got a house in the hills but
I'm as hood as it get
I feel as good as I look and I
Look as a good as a bitch
I got a stack of hundreds
That say none of you niggas rapping want it
You fucking Photoshop bitches that
Look wack in public
Passes? I'm my hood? Nigga hell no
Benz on the arm, you can call that an elbow
Get it? I said Benz on the arm
Meaning what you push depends on
The strength of your arm
And at the same time
Your elbow bends on your arm
But I'm really in a Bent, with the arm
And I've got it bullet proof
So really I've got the whole bent armed
Same color as baking soda with
The old bent arm
Old bent arm, back over the stove
Whip it up one time for my nigga Marty Jones
In the feds
But he used to keep the V's all chrome
It's still block shit
My niggas C's came home
Probably dig the money up and
Cop a fucking phantom
We don't know you from the streets
You mother fuckers looking random
Talking much
You finna get a nigga yee ain't never had it
Stay the fuck up out my way that's automatic
God dammit when the sky turns night

When the sky turns night and the moon shines
Bright and the kids gets out the way
When The Wire gets cold
All the boys run home and the
Beasts come out to play
Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way
Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way
Don't get in my way, Don't get in my way
It's not so bad and you wave white flags
When I'm all up in your face
When you cross that line
You won't be fine 'till I
Put you in your place don't get in my way

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