Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Phone Tap lyrics

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(Hook)

I think a nigga phone tapped

Want to give me time fo' my old raps

Indict me fo' my own raps

I think a nigga phone tapped

I think a nigga phone tapped

If ya calling me, I think yo phone tapped

My phone tapped, got a feeling that my phone tapped

(Verse)

Eighteen nigga wylin', traffickin' wit a pilot

Crazy net worth, Miami bred the tyrants

First day of trial, courtroom was silent

Till the wiretap replayed back the dialect

Had tears in my eyes as ya took yo oath

Sweaty palms have on niggas who be touching dope

Aventadors, smell the Pyrex in the air

I'm dealing raw, D-boys so debonair

In the barber shop, it's known that I can sell a pair

Count to forty five befo' that man could shave his hair

Pistol underneath the apron as I'm in the chair

Raise it to my neck, I tip a hundred fo' the beard

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

My right hand, I knew him since fourth grade

'88, afros wit no fades

Fist fights, the box Chevys on blades

Chief all they gave us the rules to play

They trynna paint a picture of a hungry nigga

Anotha lion running in the jungle wit us

Told the bitches we was brothas, shared the same beeper

Introduce ya to my motha, made sure ya eating

Now ya hanging out wit different people on the weekend

Quoting different numbers nigga, like I wouldn't peep it

If it's war, here come murder, cuz that come the cheapest

Call me on my sister phone, keep it on sum' G shit

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

Niggas telling cuz the jealous, look at what I'm wearing

They want me in the prison when I'm just apparent

Quarter million in Atlanta, boy I had sum' talent

Throw a stack in Magic City, make a hater panic

305 nigga, riding in the Chevy

Count a half a milli in a couple seconds

Fuck 2 bitches then I want seconds

Richest nigga in the city, boy I broke sum' records

Puttin' spinners on yo cars, suspending on the smoke

What yo spending on yo home, spending on the boat

Errybody watching, errybody telling

When yo days numbered, nigga, cherish erry second

(Hook)

(Outro: Kenneth Boobie Williams)

It's like, without, yanahwimsayn'?

The foundation, dawg, there can neva be no legacy

And ya done set the foundation beyond the media

Beyond the accusations, beyond the idol decon

Yanahwimsayn'?

People tend to be my new, yanahwimsayn'?

And my new speakers become vision haters, dawg

So no matter what obstacles comes yo way like I told years ago

Continue to emulate the great dawg

And continue to move forward, dawg

Cous', ya know what I'm saying

Cous', yo legacy becomes the hood legacy

The hood legacy is part of yo legacy

And all the time I get all these questions erryday

'Man, Ross from the hood? Ross this?' Ross is official

Yanahwimsayn'?

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