White Lion & Rickus - Scared To Sign Me lyrics

rate me

Look, I’m from the hood so my mind’s on

Let a rapper get his rhyme on

Ready to explode, I’m a royal iron time bomb

I’m a savage motherfucker, when the mike’s on

Never had a role model to tell me that crime’s on

Yeah, I’m the real don dada, New Jersey’s a battlefield

Run and get your armor,

I don’t talk, but I keep it popping with the lama

So all you hear is boom, bye, bye, he a gonner

Chain snatcher, wicked face smasher,

Tie you to the tracks, run you over with the tractor

You know it’s a fact, y’all ain’t ready for the rap shit

Once I bust a mac, you see black it’s a rap ah

Street rebel, get on my level, label’s too scared to sign

Cause they think I’m the devil

Yeah, I’m the pale emcee from the ghetto

I wave at this bitch maid haters, hello

I’m from a level that your mind has never gone

From a galaxy surrounded by the sun, moon is gone

Griffin attitude that looks like I’m attitude, yeah

Swag dripping so fresh, this is my year

Haters stay envy, cause of the way that I shine

But I got them coming back cause of the size of my dime

But I never dropped the dime, little nigga, what you thinking

Showing me your pistol, bang bang, stupid

A hood nigga, yeah that be me, stay loyal to my fam, nigga, mob

Follow the street call nigga, no snitching

Believe it or not, mister ripley

So if you wanna, you can get it, some one ever

Days later, find your body flowing in the river

Pale staying horrid, …than a fighter nigga

Face mule, …sorry god but I’m a sinner

It’s defy for the sauna, keep your mouth shut, never whisper to the coppers

We’ll get you with the choppers, leave you sleeping with the lobsters

This ain’t the south old boy, jersey nigga will break you off proper

Who the fuck want war, I’m quick on the draw with the 44 to settle the score

There’s nothing they can tell me, I sleep on my enemies

Cause when I spit, they become distant memories

Yeah, cause I’m the voice of my people, we gonna kill them by shooting

And I don’t mean a free throw

Ay, bandito, what we spit’s lethal,

Kill you in this movie, when you die, there’s no sequel

You’re messing with the wrong one, should hit the fan

I’ma go and get the long gun, it’s on son

Y’all niggas ain’t ready, I’m your nightmare Freddie

Motherfucker we is deadly.