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Ego Lyric

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[Pusha T]
Yes sir..

[Chorus 2X's]
Don't let 'cha ego
trick yo ass
'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo
ass
[Pharrell]
"Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to
jam..."
But if it don't, that's yo ass my man

[Malice]
I got
guns 'cause they got guns
I get cash they get none
So I'm sure you see
where that leaves me
In the streets with two heats, both one within my
reach
I speak slow, let 'em understand my speech
When I say, "Get low,
these hold ten shots each
Please, don't move too fast, I scared of y'all
niggas and my nerves is bad!"
So sad, but I won't think twice
We rich, we
get the best judicial advice
Threaten my life with them words that they
ut-ter-in'
Adrenaline pump, my heart start to flut-ter-in'
Continuous
dump, that tech gets to stut-ter-in'
Left in the slump, mother and sister
cud-dle-in'
And for what, 'cause you ego-trippin'
If that thing jam, it's
divine intervention
Click!

[Chorus 2X's]
Don't let 'cha ego
trick yo ass
'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo
ass
[Pharrell]
"Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to
jam..."
But if it don't, that's yo ass my man

[Pusha T]
Even
if it's talk cheap (Say what...)
You know I can't sleep on his word
Had to
show him that I heard (Let's go...)
All that duct-tape-tie-up talk put in
reverse
Now it's him who's in a bind on the account of his words (Yeah, you
know it...)
Yeah, they talk 'bout this and that (That...)
Got it fucked
up, like I'm all 'bout rap (Rap...)
Word is I'm loaded, they want a piece of
that
I respond with four words, "Rat-tat-tat-tat" (In yo ass...)
Now, rap
about that
I carry a human heat box, to make ya heartbeat stop
(Stop...)
Some say Pusha's the coldest
Money is my morals, other than
that, I'm soulless
Refuse to wake up zeroless and 0-less
Carry that shit
that blow your arm out your shoulders (Bla-oww...)
Techs don't come with
holsters, I'm a menace boy (Don't forget, motherfucker)

[Chorus
2X's]

Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass
'Cause this motherfuckin' tech
will get yo ass
[Pharrell]
"Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to
jam..."
But if it don't, that's yo ass my
man

[Pharrell]
Yo..
You niggas ain't fuckin' wit'
us..
This is the real..
You niggas ain't fuckin' - wit' us..
This is
the real..
You niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us..
This is the real..
You
niggas ain't fuckin' - wit' us..
This is the real..
Bitch..


 


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