Slaine, Diego, Diego (Crime Rime) - Slip The Clip In lyrics

I slip the clip in, everyone gets to dip in
React quicker when the tensions
Start to thicken
Better run, no half-steppin’
No half-steppin’, no half-steppin’

Who you tricking? Heard you
Little niggas bitching
On the block, so now I’m back for my position
Better run, no half-steppin’
No half-steppin’, no half-steppin’

Nigga, I hit six figures more
Than twice in this game
Be with killers for hire but
It quite ain’t the same
Fear in their eye and fire
And light in your frame
Only second on my list next
To providing the ‘caine
Long ago the quiet type that became
Accustomed to the strife and the pain
Of life and the game
Now I’m rebelling against them restraints
And waving my middle finger
At authority figures it’s like they do great
At washing your brains
But all the flashing and mimicry you
Usually see on the screens, right?
Cause bright lights do entertain
Y’all can have fun while we
Out collecting this change, dummies
Like look at all the in the ring
You paying me to show you
All these elaborate things
But, I ain’t gonna fight the grain
I’m just trying to get paid and pave the
Way for us to lay in the shade

I slip the clip in, everyone gets to dipping
React quicker when the tensions
Start to thicken
Better run, no half-steppin’
No half-steppin’, no half-steppin’

Who you tricking? Heard you
Little niggas bitching
On the block so now I’m back for my position
Better run, no half-steppin’
No half-steppin’, no half-steppin’

I’m a fucking demon and I’m spitting
Semen in your momma’s stomach
Ask me about the trauma and the drama
I love it
And I don’t even spit no more, no I vomit
You wanna hear some gangster shit? yeah
I’m on it
I wished upon a star, I pissed up on your car
Got my dick sucked by dirty
Bitches in your garage
I listened to your songs and what
You spit was just garbage this is pain
My issues and tissues sticking to scars
The fantasies are yours, the pistols are ours
Get your ass knocked out with
The fist in your eyes nah, you ain’t high
You make me sick with your lies
You’re just a chicken, we licking
At your breast, wings, and your thighs
There’s nothing left
You’re wrestling with a mirage
The white man is the devil
I’m a blessing in disguise jesus Christ
Look at the life I married my flows with
So I could put a bullet
In both Mary and Joseph

I slip the clip in, everyone gets to dipping
React quicker when the tensions
Start to thicken
Better run, no half-steppin’
No half-steppin’, no half-steppin’

Who you tricking? Heard you
Little niggas bitching
On the block so now I’m back for my position
Better run, no half-steppin’
No half-steppin’, no half-steppin’