MIKE G - Warmup lyrics

rate me

Feat. Obie Trice

[Verse)

When I'm finished, I'll never take another breath again

Wolf Gang representin runnin with the best of 'em

Livin to reach excellence

Gold medals when you win, watch as I repeat event

I make haters go on trips when they wouldn't come back again

That's why I'm showin off my moves like I'm backpedallin

Your half-step

I'm better, just check my track record

Call me deadly like the 7 sins

I'm the star player, put my number on my letterman

Now I run the new school, there's no rules

But what I say, you should do

And if not, then fuck you

Only thing that can tell me

Is if I remain this cool, I'll be hot, makin shit hot

Your shit stops, you ain't movin nothin on the block

Got me feelin like I'm runnin from the cops

Never runnin out of breath but I'm gunnin til they drop

Get more stripes than a ref's uniform, now I'm on

What you sayin, who's been gone?

Winds blow me far from home

Right back to where it's warm

Quiet storm when I perform

And I'm a good shot

Top bomber, tell Sadam that I'm comin for his spot, dead or alive

I break silence and I won't stop til the dead start to rise

And heads start to turn and flesh starts to burn

If you listen you will learn nothin's given, you can earn

Ain't no stoppin if it's profit, it's mine it's not your concern

If you want it, then I got it for you if you wait your turn

Follow me, you let others plea into quarters and gum

Mike G 1:23, time of murder currently

I can make it hard to breathe like you were leaves underseas

Break rules for me, it's impossible to follow policy beyond belief

City values raise when I walk the streets

Pardon me, my name should be etched in stone, me alone

Put my heart in it, beats the same as a metronome

[Hook)

It's slow motion straight home

Don't call it a comeback, I'm just getting warm

Tryna avoid the hangover in the mornin

Scurb in Obe Trice ball like Mike Jordan

Now women adore when I'm tourin

Not travellin now we explorin

Don't call it a comeback, I'm just gettin warm

[Verse)

These rappers divas

There's more bitch niggas than there is bitches

A million and one face lifts, nigga pull out your stitches

You ain't who you say you are, Obie's an eye witness

You hiding behind real niggas and a couple of ditches

Ain't no more soldiers, this gay shit took a toll on us

I been waitin patient for the day this blows over but

How this culture cultivate

Save it and embrace 'em, nigga that's a no-no

Guess I got to fobia, build forms and build them

Pack in the slup and buld fow when I’m rolling 'em

Classic in the slack of that build for hoes and them

Poking 'em so it’s just missin’

Open all, got more than one misses, it's written in hieroglyphics

That Mike G, I ask my assistance is assisted

That we murder musicians and their existence

Man I got issues

Pill here to listen as hell

Only difference I spill and share are Instruments real

Might as well be an instrument for you to prevail

You don't excel, Obie put the truth on the nail

Every system prove and prove and homie that's pale

Had an alter ego, nigga you could call me D12

Cuz niggas alter evil when doin good for yourself

Had to part with people for all low off in a cell

Off Hennessy, everybody enemies fucking with my energy

Ain't nobody friendin me, fuck who you pretend to be

Real, you presented me

Kill you bein me, nigga that's the entity

OT shoots you, now you need suit you

Put you in a suit, be the last time they view you

This ain't just a booth, nigga duty will pursue you

You missin the roof and bullet shot ad ou use to

All that tough talk, you motherfuckers is used to, useless

Meet me on the block, let's make it an odd future

Obie Trice, ruthless