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The Come Up - Featuring Kapital Gainz, Kreem
Lyricist:Keith Elam, Kapital Gainz, Kreem, Adam West
Steve Stone, Steve Stone Left Gunn, Left Gunn Baldhead Slick, what up?
You might find me in a green Range Rover with a mean hangover But niggaz know when Stone hit the scene, game over You cats wanna dance, I'll let the heat sing for ya Then beat the murder case with first string lawyer
I'm the worst thing for ya, a thug in the flesh If youse a nigga but you bitch, I'll put a slug in ya dress If you think you got wiz, put your luck to the test But you could catch somethin' hot, tryna fuck with the S
I got dimes to suck me off and let me nut on they breast Can you say that? No, wait, hold up, lemme repeat it Can you cats say that shit and really mean it? I'm at the spot gettin' treated, while you vets gettin' heated
Like the scrub that you are, little fuck that you are Before the deal, I still had dubs like a star My crew recognized at the clubs and the bar Son of y'all and you still gotta love who we are
Yo, goin' from broke Went from rocks and the coats, to choppers and boats At this year's parade, I'll have a spot on the float Penthouse with a pitch ready to aim for the do'
Movie screen with the voice activated remote See I'm finished makin papi rich, coppin' his coke Next time he see me, I'm like 'He better savor ya throat' Sorry, amigo, but a nigga like me, need dough
Fuck it, I'll burn the bridge and come back on a yacht Y'all the type of cats think shit's sweet when it's not Bring the heat when it's cool, bring the ice when it's hot Niggaz confused, I'm just tryna help you tally ya dues
And rally ya crews and end up in a alley with goons See when it come to the cash, I be on the worst shit Roll up on you in a hoop, bumpin' Biggie first shit Gimme loot, gimme loot and don't try to get cute
Nobody keep cash in they pocket nigga, empty ya boots Too many niggaz got the game twist, poppin' they Cris' And rockin' they wrist and end up gettin' robbed in the bricks I'm stoppin' this shit, Gunn's on the top of ya list
And I'ma lock it up in uniform or plain clothes I play hoes from chicken heads, to may hoes And I'ma travel to the end, spendin' yen and pesos
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Yo, this one's for my niggaz comin' up, what the fuck? Pull them niggaz out they truck and tell 'em to give it up Stick him up, if he play fair, pick him up Otherwise, it's some other guy's job to dig him up
Comin' through, holdin' it down, controllin' the town Wondered if I was nice, yeah, you knowin' it now I do my thing, bitch, way past chains and rings, bitch Time to real dough, time for you to sing, bitch
Call the fat lady, game over, reign's over Your Willy status and success and fame's over Stone and two Gunns came over, to bless some shit with the God Guess what, my dogs just pissed on your lawn
Flipped on you pawns, just 'cuz you was kickin' it wrong And don't ask me for advice 'cuz I ain't diggin' ya song Time to straighten it out, we takin' the clout Fuck a short career, listen y'all I'm spacin' it out
Tristate niggaz, some of the illest y'all hear Illest ya meet, yeah, some of the realest ya fear Fuck the truth, I'm concealin, y'all and stealin, all queers Since y'all niggaz slept on me, I ain't feelin, your tears
I like to pinpoint a sucka like a country on a map of the globe Get it to some gangsta shit, watch 'em clap then he fold Enter my zone, soon get smothered with mase I'm on the block, who run the streets is watchin', I cover my face
I'm bubblin' papes, my son grew to smugglin' napes So we jugglin' cakes and from ya shorty, I'm lovin' the face I'm huggin' the block, my big dogs, they thuggin' the block In my hood, fuck runnin' nigga 'cuz we tustle with cops
Real Picasso, write rhymes, visualize Spit raps on how to survive on family ties Rock a no-name sweater with a Iceberg tee-shirt under it Leather seats in my Nova and fifty G's, I'm comin' wit
Next day, I come through, I'm dipped in the Armani jumpsuit Hard top hummer, sunroof big enough to jump through Nigga, what? I don't care if you in the tux I'll put the Eagle to ya gut and tell you to give it up
This one's for my niggaz comin' up, what the fuck? Pull them niggaz out they truck and tell 'em to give it up Stick him up, if he play fair, pick him up Otherwise, it's some other guy's job to dig him up
Yo, this one's for my niggaz comin' up, what the fuck? Pull them niggaz out they truck and tell 'em to give it up Stick him up
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