Logic – Homicide Lyrics

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[Intro: Smokey Legendary, Logic & Both]
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Why, Dad?
Because you came out of my balls, nigga
Hahahahahaha

[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Bustin’ like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain’t no way in hell we leavin’ nobody alive
Even suicide, no, fuck that
Bobby feelin’ villainous, he killin’ this
I’m comin’ for your man and his lady and even the baby
I’m feelin’ like I’m, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies

[Verse 1: Logic]
I’m foamin’ out the mouth, ain’t nobody takin’ me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I’m about
And I dare you to test me
‘Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
And maybe that’s a little bit of an exaggeration
But I’m full of innovation
And I’m tired of all of this high school “he’s cool, he’s not” rap shit
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
No, this ain’t a diss to the game, it’s a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit’s lame
Like a moth to the flame, I’m a realer man, a killer
Know you feelin’ it, I sizzle when I’m spillin’ it, I’m feelin’ myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin’ himself
Mass murder like this can’t be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Well, it don’t really matter, ’cause I’m killin’ this shit
Yeah, I’m killin’ this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I’m killin’ this shit
Bobby, how many times you been killin’ this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Bustin’ like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain’t no way in hell we leavin’ nobody alive
Even suicide, no, fuck that
Bobby feelin’ villainous, he killin’ this
I’m comin’ for your man and his lady and even the baby
I’m feelin’ like I’m, chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

[Verse 2: Logic]
There’s nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
Hit ’em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
We gon’ leave ’em crucified, we call this shit genocide
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes
No, we ain’t fuckin’ with that
Yeah, there’s a time and a place
But if you ain’t comin’ with the illest of raps
Callin’ yourself the greatest alive
Then you don’t deserve to do that
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
You gon’ get smacked
You gon’ make Bobby attack
You gon’ make Bobby Boy snap
You gon’ make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Bustin’ like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain’t no way in hell we leavin’ nobody alive
Even suicide, no, fuck that
Bobby feelin’ villainous, he killin’ this
I’m comin’ for your man and his lady and even the baby
I’m feelin’ like I’m chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn’t write anything
Are getting washed now, chika-chika-chika, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hittas like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin’, leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol’ up, I said rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I rode over my opponents instead
Makin’ dog sounds ’cause I gotta keep breakin’ these bars down
I’ll go slow for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) like the doberman said
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Haha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers ’bout to get hit
With so many foul lines, you think I’m a free throw
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes
From the East Coast to the West, I’m the ethos and I’m the G.O.A.T
Who the best? I don’t gotta say a fuckin’ thing though
‘Cause MCs know
But you don’t wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tail bone
And you’re trapped in your cell phone
I’ma chicken scratch, I’ma self-loathe
I don’t want to fuckin’ listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn’t do shit but just sit still
Now money’s not a big deal
I’m rich, I wipe my ass with six mill’
Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillar’s comin’ to get the cannabis
I’m lookin’ for the smoke ’cause you motherfuckers are scatterin’
Batterin’ everything and I’ve had it with the inadequate
Man, I can see my dick is standin’ stiff as a mannequin
And I’m bringin’ the bandana back, and the fuckin’ headband again
A handkerchief and I’m thinkin’ of bringin’ the fuckin’ fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck like fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin’ millionaire
With the Derringer with a hair trigger
‘Bout to bear hug your fuckin’ terrier to “Ric Flair Drip”
And y’all couldn’t hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin’ air duct
I’m about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it
I’m gonna go upside the head with a Nantucket
Abraca-fuckin’-dabra
The track is the blood of my track that I’m attackin’ it
What, Dracula? Fuck that shit
I’m up, back with a thud-
Man, stop

[Outro: Chris D’Elia]
Look what I’m plannin’, plannin’, I’m plannin’ to
Do all this while ya panickin’
And you’re lookin’ and starin’ at mannequins
And I’m goin’ to Fanagans
Trying to get up a plan against
All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans
While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana
You’re in a cab-
I’m in a cabana and a Janet
I’m in a cabana chantin’ all this stand up banter
While you don’t got the stamina, you’re lackin’ the stamina
You’re lackin’ the stamina while you’re divorcin’ Harrison Ford
And I’m in a Porsche on the floor boards
While I’m world tourin’
You usin’ way too many napkins, papkins
Lapkins and chapki-
You using ChapStick and napkins while I’m bapkin’
Flappin’ around like a bapkin’
Flamminababbitapannitajampkin
Dammit, a can of p-

Eminem – Radio Freestyle 2 Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, yo
(Huh, huh, huh, huh)
Aight, aight (huh)
Slim Shady
Yo, yo, yo

[Verse]
It’s only fair to warn, I was born with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn umbilical cord
Warlord of rap that’ll bash you with a 2 by 4 board
And smash into your Honda Accord with a 4 door Ford
But I’m more towards droppin’ an a cappella that’ll chop a fella
To mozzarella, worse than a helicopter propeller
Got you locked in the cellar with your skeleton showin’
Developin’ anorexia while I’m standin’ next to ya
Eatin’ a full course meal watchin’ you starve to death
With an IV in your veins feedin’ you liquid darvocet
Pumpin’ you full of drugs, pull the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs
Who were picked up in an ambulance and driven
To receivin’ with the asses ripped out of they pants and given
A less than 20 percent chance of livin’
Have a possible placement, it’s a hospital patient
Storin’ the dead bodies in grandma’s little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you scream, “I’m still alive!”
Drivin’ a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pullin’ your Adam’s apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire department, I’ve hired an arson
To set fire to carpets and burn up your entire apartment
I’m a liar to start shit
Got your bitch wrapped around my dick
So tight, you need a crowbar to pry her apart with

[Outro]
Motherfucker
Slim Shady, bitch
Recognize
For the 99
I’m on February 23rd

Major Lazer – You’re No Good lyrics

(feat. Santigold, Vybz Kartel, Danielle Haim & Yasmin)

[Intro]
You’re no good for me
But the way you movin at me, oh it might be
You want a Jamaican one

[Verse 1]
She say she love me and I’m nice
Love inna di daytime, Love inna the night
She say if loving me is wrong
No time at all, she don’t wanna be right
She touch me, it all become nice
She love me, for the rest of her life
D drop it down, round kiss on mi spine
Touch and make a sweet song, on top of all things

My uh uh uh uh uh
My ee ee ee ee ee
My uh uh uh uh uh (my baby)
My ee ee ee ee ee

[Hook]
My aa aa aa aa me
My melodea
My L L L LSD
I know you’ll come back around
My aa aa aa aa me
My melodea
My L L L LSD
You want a Jamaican one
I know you’ll come back around

[Verse 2]
If I had you back
I’ll never let you go another way
Not for the life of me
How could you imagine that?
Well my mistake that send you on your way
Well nothing I can say
To you like drops of water
Don’t ask me what went wrong
Can’t turn back the damage I’ve done
Can’t take em back after I’m gone
A fool to keep on trying
Can’t make me walk away
‘Cause baby I’m back and as I’m getting strung that you’ll be back one day

[Hook]
My aa aa aa aa me
My melodea
My L L L LSD
I know you’ll come back around
My aa aa aa aa me
My melodea
My L L L LSD
You want a Jamaican one
I know you’ll come back around

[Verse 3]
Gyal, gyal you a me baby
And you know so mi love you my lady
Dis annuh 50 dis annuh Slim Shady
Go Shawty, it’s yo birthday
No if and no maybe
Tic it an a toc it, everytime you deh near me
Me a you duffle bag a money come save me
Me and you’re tinking me, come with me
Show me say di love sure
When you whine pan di floor,whine pan di floor
And if you want to get closer to me
Jirate, likkle more, likkle more
Mi nuh pretend say me a fool
So no one kill how I ever want
Any time teacha go pan di floor
Man rest assured, pan the girl next door
Wah you say baby

[Hook]
My aa aa aa aa me
My melodea
My L L L LSD
I know you’ll come back around
My aa aa aa aa me
My melodea
My L L L LSD
You want a Jamaican one
I know you’ll come back around

[Bridge]
You’re no good for me
But the way you movin at me, oh it might be
No one ever made me feel so sweet
Now you got me begging on my knees
Baby get it for me

[Pre-Hook] x2
It’s for your eyes only, living for you solely
It’s for your eyes only, living for you solely
It’s for your eyes only, living for you solely
It’s for your eyes only, living for you solely

[Hook] x2
My aa aa aa aa me
My melodea
My L L L LSD
I know you’ll come back around
My aa aa aa aa me
My melodea
My L L L LSD
You want a Jamaican one
I know you’ll come back around

[Outro]
My aa aa aa aa me

Royce Da 5’9″ – She’s The One (feat. Eminem) lyrics

[Eminem]
Slim Shady
Asshole
[Royce]
Any nigga wit guns, we got guns too
More heated, ready to outgun you
It’s too late I already outgunned you
You was around, you know the outcome too
Let’s play, lemme show you what Game is
Heartbreak, I’m showin’ you what pain is
Please, I’m reppin’ a ‘d’ homeboy
Where your guns, you steppin’ to me homeboy
Royce five-nine’s the name, niggaz know
And niggaz know, dealin’ wit me niggaz know
Ayyo toots, how you get here, you wanna ride
I got a five in Southside, you wanna drive
Beside, I ain’t got no five, you gold-digger
You wanna suga-daddy, go get you an old nigga
I got money, I’m just here to bug you girl
Can’t get none, but you know I love you girl
Yo
[Chorus:]
[Royce]
She the one that wanna ride hot whips, huh
Same one that ain’t really got shit, huh
She want her hair done, then get her nails done
Go to Fifth Ave, just to shop for Shanell, huh
[Eminem]
She the one that ain’t really got shit, huh
The little bitch that really aint got tits, huh
Fuckin slut with a chest enhanced,
Wouldn’t dance if you aint pay for her breasts implants
[Eminem]
Anybody wit knives, we got knives too
More sharp, and ready to outslice you
About 5 dudes, waitin outside for you
And what’s inside is coming outside you
Get me drunk, and I’ll drink anything you can think
Wattup Miss. Bitch
(Yo what’s up with the ring, you married?)
Shit, I’m still mingling, bitch
I just wanted to scream, this is the only finger that’s it
Wattup with you, you married?
(Naww, I’m divorced)
Of course you are, you little fuckin trailer park whore

Young Nudy – Loaded Baked Potato

[Intro]
Bring that shit back man
We got to do that one man, I like that one
My boy T said that’s it
I really just be stressin’ myself on all this shit
That’s all I really be doin’, you feel me?
Uh, uh, huh, nah, yeah, the trust is fucked up (my trust is fucked up)
She really fucked up (she really fucked up)
Just when I tried to fuck her (I tried to fuck her)
She tryna act the fuck up (she act the fuck up)
So I had to back the fuck up (I back the fuck up)
Had to run them racks the fuck up (racks)
Nah, bitch

[Chorus]
She like damn, they don’t wanna fuck with me no more (nah bitch)
Damn I don’t wanna fuck no more (uh-uh)
Bitch ain’t no callin’ my phone (girl say what?)
Hell no slime, don’t wanna come push up (uh-uh)
Late night, twelve o’clock (twelve o’clock)
She say slime I wanna ride your knob (ride your knob)
I say bitch go’n suck these nuts (these nuts)
Here you go ho, you wanna suck my rocks (suck my rocks)
Yeah ya dig (yeah ya dig)
All these hoes wanna suck my kids (yeah my kids)
Who let slimeball get in? (yeah I’m in now)
Beat that ho from the back, big in (big in)
Backwood bitch, yeah back in (that’s that back end)
At the club, yeah turnt up (turnt up)
And I just got a couple backends (couple backs in)
Nigga wanna hate ’cause my racks in (’cause my racks in)
Still hatin’ nigga from back then (hahahah)

[Verse 1]
It don’t matter, nigga ain’t gon’ change (yeah)
My money runnin’ up right now (right now)
Your bitch wanna fuck right now (right now)
Lame ass nigga run it up right now (run it up)
All these goddamn bucks right now
I got big bucks, big shotgun nigga, big bucks
I’ll fill a nigga up like what the fuck (damn, what the fuck?)
Yeah, his bitch wanna fuck, he didn’t have a clue (well damn)
Yeah, now, what you gon’ do when a big slime come through? (Big Bag)
What you gon’ do when your bitch wanna come through? (Big Bag)
What you gon’ do when that money come through? (Big Bag)
See you with the money, make a bitch go and do (yeah)
Damn y’all some hating ass niggas (yeah)
Damn y’all some lame ass niggas (yeah)
Shady ass, shady ass, shady ass, foo ass, lame ass nigga
I fuck on your ho, damn
Lame ass nigga didn’t know, damn (didn’t know)
Anyway, yeah, anyway (he ain’t have no clue)
Yeah, anyways (he ain’t have no clue)
What you tell ’em slime?
Yeah, anyway (they ain’t have no clue)
Woo (that’s another No Clue, woo)

[Chorus]
She like damn, they don’t wanna fuck with me no more (damn)
Damn I don’t wanna fuck no more (damn)
Bitch ain’t no callin’ my phone (girl say what?)
Hell no slime, don’t wanna come push up (uh-uh)
Late night, twelve o’clock (twelve o’clock)
She say slime I wanna ride your knob (I wanna ride your knob)
I say bitch go’n suck these nuts (suck these nuts)
Here you go ho, you wanna suck my rocks (yeah suck my rocks)
Yeah ya dig (ya dig)
All these hoes wanna suck my kids (uh-huh)
Who let slimeball get in? (big slime)
Beat that ho from the back, big in (uh-huh)
Backwood bitch, yeah back in (back end)
At the club, yeah turnt up (yeah I’m turnt)
And I just got a couple backends (yeah I’m turnt up)
Nigga wanna hate ’cause my racks in (’cause my racks)
Still hatin’ nigga from back then (back then)

[Verse 2]
Back to the daily (daily)
The streets yeah they pay me (yeah they pay me)
Fuck on your ho, your old lady (your old lady)
Skeet in her, let’s have a baby (a baby)
In the kitchen whippin’ babies (babies)
Slime sellin’ all the babies (the babies)
Crack fiends goin’ crazy (crazy)
I’m a real street nigga
East Atlanta but I wasn’t born in Grady (I swear)
Nigga be hatin’, fugazi (fugazi)
Chopper go Slim Shady (blaow)
I been sellin’ Slim Shady, yeah (Slim Shady)
Your ho wanna suck my babies (my babies), yeah yeah yeah
And I like that shit (and I like that shit), yeah yeah
That’s a white lil bitch (that’s alright lil bitch), yeah yeah yeah yeah
That’s a right lil bitch, yeah (yeah that right lil bitch), yeah
And I know, and I know y’all niggas some hoes
(And I know, and I know y’all niggas some hoes)
And I know y’all, know y’all pockets ain’t swole
(And I know, and I know y’all pockets ain’t swole)
And I know y’all mad, y’all hate on Big Bag
(Y’all know y’all niggas still hate on Big Bag)
‘Cause Big Bag, yeah he got big bags (big bags)
All of this money, I gotta do the dash (yeah)
Two hundred on the dash (yee-uum)
All of this money, your bitch wanna fuck
Two hundred, yeah that’s cash, yeah (she like that)
Yeah, why you count do that? (do that)
Big slimeball why you do that? (why you do that?)
Geekin’ in your ho, all on her (all up in her cootie)
Slappin’ on her booty (yeah)

[Chorus]
She like damn, they don’t wanna fuck with me no more (damn)
Damn I don’t wanna fuck no more (damn)
Bitch ain’t no callin’ my phone (girl say what?)
Hell no slime, don’t wanna come push up (uh-uh)
Late night, twelve o’clock (twelve o’clock)
She say slime I wanna ride your knob (I wanna ride your knob)
I say bitch go’n suck these nuts (suck these nuts)
Here you go ho, you wanna suck my rocks (yeah suck my rocks)
Yeah ya dig (ya dig)
All these hoes wanna suck my kids (uh-huh)
Who let slimeball get in? (big slime)
Beat that ho from the back, big in (uh-huh)
Backwood bitch, yeah back in (back end)
At the club, yeah turnt up (yeah I’m turnt)
And I just got a couple backends (yeah I’m turnt up)
Nigga wanna hate ’cause my racks in (’cause my racks in)
Still hatin’ nigga from back then (back then)

[Outro]
But you’ll be alright though, you feel me
‘Cause eventually you’ll catch up and you’ll get you some money
But until then, you feel me
Uh, yeah, in there, uh
Uh, yeah, in there, uh, ooh
But when I want to though

French Montana – Have Mercy (feat. Beanie Sigel, Jadakiss & Styles P)

[Intro]
(Illa on the beat)

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’, I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain, slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered, murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Montana!
Oh la-la-la, I got it on
You could bread or let the bread break you
You can make choices or let choices make you
Came from a hole in hell with hella hoes
Shawty knees weak like Derrick Rose
Baby I’m the one like four quarter
Our Father, I was baptized in dirty water
Lost my right hand, I’m on a different time
Put 5 holes in your face, Olympic sign
Servin’ straight white, Gwen Stefan’
Talkin’-talkin’ bout, bad breaks, straight grind
I’m in Highland, shawty gone, alien
Came from the corner now homie rockin’ stadiums
Couple dollars what the homie kill for
Money order what a killer wish for
Squad have mercy, left the gun range, hopped in the Rover
Woke up, the nigga seen her with a chip on my shoulder

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’, I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain, slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered, murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Yeah have mercy on me
Lord knows the devil’s been workin’ on me
My man got the guns but the work is on me
I’m startin’ to feel like a curse is on me
Hooked up the tubes with the nurses on me
Poke some Peru with the purse in Long Beach
Lotta shit that you ain’t gon’ see
As far as the money goes, you can bank on me
Clips is full, the Rolls-Royce tank on E
And alive is somethin’ that you ain’t gon’ be, yeah
You know what the cash’ll do (what?)
It’ll make your murder game international
Is it blasphemy if I blast for you?
This amazin’ what a gun and a mask’ll do
I’m becomin’ a beast
I’m the last of a breed that’s becomin’ deceased
Have mercy

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’, I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain, slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered, murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
This goes out to those choose to use disrespectful views
On the king of P-H-I-L-L-Y
Represent the 215
24/7, 365
211’s, 187’s, who want die?
6 millions way, which one you want try?
Rest in peace to B-I-double G-I
You want trouble? Put you to sleep like a double G hah
What’s beef? 20 akhi’s strapped like a jihad
See me, slippin’ in the streets, never be I
I creep, stay low, and never cease fire
I keep extra gats for extra cats
Yes it’s the Mac and I’m back to put the crip on rap
The most crazy, Sigel baby
Mac-10 and eagle crazy, renegade like Slim Shady
That Mossberg 12 gauge bang like M80
Cause damage, god damn it, you can’t stand it
Take heed from French Montana and don’t panic
I’m a boss in these streets like William and Rameek
That’s ball game, flow tight like denim from Balmain

[Verse 4: Styles P]
Have mercy on me, have mercy on them
Get ’em choked with they jeans, get ’em murked in they Benz
Give a fuck about these rappers, care less about they friends
I don’t think about they hoes, I don’t think about they ends
Let’s get a ghost rope, watch all them niggas hang
100 shot Tommy gun, every bullet bangs
Back to bein’ holiday, every day holy
You can talk about your Rollie, I can motherfuckin’ yap it off
Why don’t you go and get and a gun and try to clap it off
Who said they was the king? Wear your crown so I can smack it off
Nigga this is Beanie Sigel, French, Kiss, and Ghost
Fuck around and have you murdered, make you french kiss a ghost
Watch your approach or get stomped like a roach
I’m the ghetto president but ain’t never have a vote, never
Watch what you sayin’ if you care about your throat
I get every bone broke lil loc, what nigga?

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’, I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain, slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered, murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh

French Montana – Have Mercy (feat. Beanie Sigel, Jadakiss & Styles P) (MC4 Album) letras

[Intro]
(Illa on the beat)
*Spanish*

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Woah, have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’
I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
Slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, Montana
Oh la-la-la, I got it on

[Verse 1: French Montana]
You could bread or let the bread break you
You can make choices or let choice make you
Came from a hole in hell with hella hoes
Shawty knees weak like Derrick Rose
Baby I’m the one like (?)
Our Father, I was baptized in dirty water
Lost my right hand, I’m on a different time
Put 5 holes in your face, Olympic sign
Servin’ straight white, Gwen Stefan’
Talkin’-talkin’ bout, bad breaks, straight grind
I’m in Highland, shawty gone, alien
Came from the corner now homie rockin’ stadiums
Couple dollars what the homie kill for
Money order what a killer wish for
Squad have mercy
Left the gun range, hopped in the Rover
Woke up, the nigga seen her with a chip on my shoulder

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Woah, have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’
I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
Slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, Montana
Oh la-la-la, I got it on

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Yeah have mercy on me
Lord knows the devil’s been workin’ on me
My man got the guns but the work is on me
I’m startin’ to feel like a curse is on me
Hooked up the tubes with the nurses on me
Poke some Peru with the purse in Long Beach
Lotta shit that you ain’t gon’ see
As far as the money goes, you can bank on me
Clips is full, the Rolls-Royce tank on E
And alive is somethin’ that you ain’t gon’ be, yeah
You know what the cash’ll do (what?)
It’ll make your murder game international
Is it blasphemy if I blast for you?
This amazin’ what a gun and a mask’ll do
I’m becomin’ a beast
I’m the last of a breed that’s becomin’ deceased
Have mercy

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Woah, have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’
I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
Slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
This goes out to those choose to use disrespectful views
On the king of PHILLY, represent the 215
24/7, 365, 211’s, 187’s, who want die?
6 million way, which one you want try?
Rest in peace to B-I-double G-I
You want trouble? Put you to sleep like a double G hah
What’s beef? 20 akhi’s strapped like a jihad
See me, slippin’ in the streets, never be I
I creep, stay low, and never cease fire
I keep extra gats for extra cats
Yes it’s the Mac and I’m back to put the crip on rap
The most crazy
Sigel baby
Mac-10 and eagle crazy
Renegade like Slim Shady
That Mossberg 12 gauge bang like M80, cause damage
God damn it, you can’t stand it
Take heed from French Montana and don’t panic
I’m a boss in these streets like William and Rameek
That’s ball game
Flow tight like denim from Balmain

[Verse 4: Styles P]
Have mercy on me, have mercy on them
Get ’em choked with they jeans, get ’em murked in they Benz
Give a fuck about these rappers, care less about they friends
I don’t think about they hoes, I don’t think about they ends
Let’s get a ghost rope, watch all them niggas hang
100 shot Tommy gun, every bullet bangs
Back to bein’ holiday, every day holy
You can talk about your Rollie, I can motherfuckin’ yap it off
Why don’t you go and get and a gun and try to clap it off
Who said they was the king? Wear your crown so I can smack it off
Nigga this is Beanie Sigel, French, Kiss, and Ghost
Fuck around and have you murdered, make you french kiss a ghost
Watch your approach or get stomped like a roach
I’m the ghetto president but ain’t never have a vote, never
Watch what you sayin’ if you care about your throat
I get every bone broke lil locc
What nigga?

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Woah, have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’
I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
Slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh