Give It to Me Lyrics

Ayo what up though, What you lookin at?
Took it from us and got pissed when we took it back
You pickin up what I dropped? They can't hold us
I'm plottin on whatever you got now hand over
Give it to mePraise goals, pay tolls, only if you play it pro player
That's the way it goes, ain't nothin to say no more
Seated at a feast, took a plate, only ate a roll
Felt regret, hunger that I kept would save me later though
Fire burned in my belly, everywhere that I would turn
I was met with adversity and from that fire I emerged
Pain I felt along the way, never made it my concern
Took it as a lesson to the game and let the tires burn
Gas out, gassed up, bout to pass the past up
This for every faggot battle rapper that harassed us
Hard work added up, perseverance paid off
Independent underground, grindin with no days off
Play the boss pay the cost, rather than stay lost
Now I need that prime cut, slathered in steak sauce

Matter fact I'm takin all of that, then I'll take more
Livin in the moment what you waitin for? Good lord KC
While you been acting like some poor babies
I get it crackin never relaxin doin my chores daily
You got a fine wine well then my rhyme is the gourmet cheese
Follow your guideline I'm in my prime you've been warned take heed
I've got a list of accolades that I don't have to say
And I ain't talkin now, I'm talkin way back in the day
Add it up to now for real it's still nothin to me
I'm finna top that, man I got that y'all ain't fuckin with me boy!!Ayo what up though, What you lookin at?
Took it from us and got pissed when we took it back
You pickin up what I dropped? They can't hold us
I'm plottin on whatever you got now hand over
Give it to meAin't nothin' changed, I still arrange to pack up in the civic
The frame of mind is ain't nobody fucking with the clinic
Ironically enough, you fuck with us and get the d-dick
Ya dig it? The faction back in action spinnin' Riddick
Oh is it common knowledge I commit on the pivot?
Killin' it, put on a show then we come in and steal it
Feelin' it, we bout to go bananas can you peel it?
Cause U-B-I and Godi's like canvas and acrylic
But we don't know no limits, roll the credits it's finished
Sit home and watch a chain, if they complain, I change the image
Heard opportunity knockin', hopped in the cockpit
Just another pissed pilot who's ready to drop ship
If death is certain, that means the reaper is lurkin'
And his cousin sleep is creepin in while we closin' the curtain
I'm workin' a fuckin' miracle out of the situation
To knock it back out of orbit and blitz the administration
So what do you want from ya dude, I gotta be ruder than Jude
The second I enter ya loo, we comin' to Rubik's ya cube
They lookin' at me like I'm food, been hurtin' to get em a meal
They wanna know steps that I took, been tryin' to get em a deal
Behold the murderous Hanzhong
I bring the death star to any planet ya land on
The prettiest in pink, I think you stuck on that Cam'ron
With orange mocha frappe chinos and a man pawn, bitch
Songwriters
LYNCH, SYBIL/KING, GAIL SKY/QUAYLE, FREDRICK MAC DONALDPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.