John Forté, Fat Joe, Destruct - They Got Me lyrics

They Got Me killin with them
They Got Me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum, holdin' arms
Bustin' guns with them

They Got Me fearin' the pen
Cuz I don't want to go in
It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on- again!

Yo, Call my lawyer
They ran up on me son, ain't nothin' for ya
Two shots, my allabies
I'm with Joe and De La Hoya fight on
Ran up in the crib and turned the lights on
Yo get this
Mothafucka! I don't leave no witness
Like Larry Fishburne, I'll meet in Hawthorne
Pushin' lefts
With no signal light on, yo word bond
I know the shit's on!
Called Don Cartagena from the Pilan
Yo be war
Lawyers and attorneys trying to hurt me
Indeed I, feel stressed
Clutched my shorty's chest smokin' CI's
Truth or die, shoot the five
Uncivilized to BY's
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, y'all
Niggas need to get real, or get killed!
The 4-fifth, call the men still
Alcohol's never distilled
A hundred proof vest, bulletproof!

Ungh, yeah, yeah i live a plush life
Nothin' on my wrist, crushed ice
Bumpin' the heist
In the GS with the bug lights
Just us guys, tough guys, the puff lye
Cut up pies from night, 'til the sunrise
If one of us dies, his fam gets a share
Every man's treated fair
No one's getting his hand kissed in the chair
We all shine as individuals, ex-criminals
We trained to not hate you for the residuals
Now his interludes
Reflecting how we was reppin'
Snappin' necks-n -Charging the mob
For our protection
I'm still rejecting offers from
Half the forces a corner office
And ten percent of all extortions
I'm still enforcing
But only when it's close to home
Do it for Tony
He taught me how to hold my own
But now I'm fully grown
And I got dreams of my own
My whole team on the throne
Living like kings out of Romeit's on!

Unghyeahyo for the right price
I'll put any rapper on ice over three gods
Terror Squad'll cough 'em up real nice
Send him to Christ
Taking his life's not a problem
I've been robbin' niggas and pullin'
Triggas way before my album
Drownding my sorrows with bottles of Moe
Anybody can go, lose your control
End up a John Doe
You didn't know, my shit is game tight
The insane type to bust open
Your brain with a drainpipe
It ain't right, but I don't give a - UNGHH!
Me and Punisher contemplate your death
Like the governer
My red dot that make ya head hot
Disgusting wet spot blood gushing down your
Bumbleclot dreadlocks!

Ayo Joe! We suffocating with the headlock
Let's fly the kite to his Ma
You leave the key inside the breadbox
I hold the toaster
Fugee-Camou coats and penny loafers
Glass table meetings with Dons
I'm nice wit' mine
No time to be fair, I build in this square
I'm holdin' it there
My corporation's like a million in share
The gat push weak niggas back
From Brownsville to Flatbush
9- double 1 dialing shorty wildin'
She tryin' to send the god up to the island
Like the rest of my fam
The best of the damned
The Beast, who locked the rest of my mens
Lease a tenant, four pounds are fingerprinted
Louisville's aluminum invented
Some dumb scent it and peppermint it!

We're just thugs for life
Bustin' slugs for life
Forte', Brownsville, Gun tec unite
Fat Joe, BX you know the shit stay tight
Cap's casings, blast faces
And do what you like!
Cap's casings, blast faces
And do what you like!
My son drive a bust guns
Though the shit ain't right
We're just thugs for life
Bustin' slugs for life
Forte'! Brownsville! Gun tec, unite!