GRAND DADDY I.U. - Low Key lyrics

rate me

Ogash

Mister U Dad pon di case

.45 along di waist

Police, snitches gwan get shot in-a dem bloodclot face

Ya see I mean?

O-o-ogash

Watch out

Yo, I'm on the down low, cops wanna know how I'm gettin paid

So they send snitches wired up with hidden tapes

Steppin to me to make a purchase

But I ain't sellin jack, so the trap is worthless

Doin what I do, waitin to smoke me

But I'm all about dough, that's why my flow is low key

You see me today, I'm in a slick black Benz

Tomorrow a hooptie with mitch-match rims

And windows tinted and dark-ass glasses

Drivin around collectin money in masses

When I make my runs, it's done on a q.t.

That's how it gotta be when I'm out gettin lucci

I keep it on a quiet storm, word is bond

Makin sure that nobody's informed

You ask is my business legit?

Flip 'low key' around and see what you get

I'm low key, y'all

Yo, I'm in it for the fortune, let the next man have the fame

For 10 long years I been down in the game

I slung when I was young runnin block to block

Sellin cooked up rock, and ain't never got knocked

??? when I used to sport Lee's

And I thought G's how to transport ki's

But one thing I learned from the day I got on

That's when you start tryin to play large you get up gone

Either in jail or your head laid to rest

But I was game tight, cause I learned from the best

To never tell my dirt in the street to no bitch

And don't trust a friend, cause he could be a snitch

I hustle from Hempstead to Queens and Delaware

Cops takin out my spots, but I'm never there

From state to state I sling ki's and g's, and

Blow like the wind and keep on breezin

Take the money and run like a bandit

Leavin the chick I was with at the hotel stranded

Off on a midnight run, fully equipped

A full tank of gas, and a extra clip

Bullet-proof vest, a ski hat to match

Briefcase full of dough, and no strings attached

I'm low key, y'all

Yo, a kid makes a drop, then bounces

With a package that's short 'bout 4 1/2 ounces

So I made a few calls

Now he's scrapin his balls off the projects walls

I went to make his girlfriend bleed

And found her in the alley in the back of a crackspot, o.d.-ed

I shot the bitch anyway

So what if she dead, if I ain't kill her, her ass still gots to pay

And yo, that's word to Miz

Whoever get fast gettin blast, and I don't care who the fuck it is

It could be Jesus Christ

But if he violate, I'm tearin down the gates and shoot his ass twice

I ain't takin no losses

So I'm out to get mine and don't care what the cost is

Yo, I show no affection

I snap necks and then flex in every ghetto section

From point A to point B flippin ki after ki

And then watch the cops watch me

I see em lookin dead in my face

From a third-floor window in a project staircase

But they don't know that I'm aware

See, I knows the drama, and I ain't tryin to get caught out there

So while they actin like spies

My troops is at the backdoor, ready to organize

I tell em wait for the cue

When you hear the horn blow, then go head and do the do

I wave and let the cops know I see em

Flash a mad fat knot, and then hop in a B-M

Now the troops know what's on

So I give the cops the finger and smile and blow the horn

And watch the troops bumrush the door

Ready for war, guns in hand, headed straight for the 3rd floor

??? on the steps

The papers read '3 feds found dead and no suspects'

And I'm still in the mix

Slingin mad bricks, puttin chumps in a 226

I wink, and my heart is stone cold

Do whatever it takes to get papes, that's how I roll

And yo, I'm low key, y'all