Lil Midge

Lil Midge - Ya Know lyrics

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Ya know im gonna be rollin

Ya know im gonna be ridin

Ya know im gonna be rollin

Ya know im gonna be ridin

My 45 makin my pants sag

Pull it out, rob a bank, come out with a money bag

Dive in the car, hit the gas

Fuck with me, ill smoke ya ass

I don't give a fuck with out a jail

Ill just get my cash and pay the bail

Ya, I got money, bitches, and power

And im gonna get as high as a motherfuckin tower

Then im gonna start writin

My songs always start fightin

But ya know something, I really don't give a fuck

Im just tryin to make my way through this rap game

When I pull up to da club, they all shoutin my name

Ya know im gonna be rollin

Ya know im gonna be ridin

Ya know im gonna be rollin

Ya know im gonna be ridin

Some rappers suck, but say their good

People getting pissed cuz im comin outta the hood

Im gain cash with every step that I take

And I aint gonna make no motherfuckin mistake

But I cant stand these fuckin cops anymore

They keep comin through my nieghbor hood and knockin at my door

Thinking im strpped, searchin my clothes

Fuckin with me for the life I choose

Pulling me over for no reason at all

Following me everytime I walk through the mall

Ever since I was born, the cops been hatin

Fuckin with me for the cash im makin

Becoming richer day by day

Its March and ill be a millionaire by May

When I pulled up to the club

I heard people arguing over whos fly and whos not

The next thing I know, ihear a gunshot

One nearly took off my face

And I strat runnin, but they kept gunnin

I came from behind and slit his throat

Took his gun and hid it in my coat

Shot a couple more

And ran to the door

Got im my car and hit the gas

And

Ya know im gonna be rollin

Ya know im gonna be ridin

Ya know im gonna be rollin

Ya know im gonna be ridin

Yo, I don't sell crack cocaine

I don't do drugs like Ma Payne

I just keep it real like Lil Wayne

Hey 50, I love both you and the Game

But when you kicked him out, that shit was lame

Hey, I don't mean to diss you

Hell, I even bought your shoes

Im just tryin to rap get rich

So I can get my ass up outta this bitch

When I hear the Popo, I strat runnin

Like N.W.A., I got 100 miles and runnin

But I rather die like a man then live like a coward

In this game you cant be scared

Just open your mouth and let the words flare

You only got one chance , so don't fuck it up

Don't choke and hold back

Just get on stage and talk that smack

But battle rappin isnt just spittin lyrics out

Say the wrong thing and you'll get your ass laid out

The next thing ya know, your lying on the opertating table

Doctor sayin "come on, keep stable"

Your countin bullets as the pull them outta you chest

Your thinkin…where the fucks the vest?

Then you remember getting on stage and givin it all you got

Last thing you heard was a gunshot!

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