Ego (Explicit)
Clipse"Ego (Explicit)" is a song by Clipse, released in 2002 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:38 long and contains 105 lines and 443 words.
Lyrics
0:04Pusha T
0:07Yes sir
0:11's
0:12Don't let 'cha ego trick yo a*s
0:15'Cause this motherf**kin' tech will get yo a*s
0:17Pharrell
0:17Yes
0:17The semi automatic tech is know to jam
0:19But if it don't
0:21That's yo a*s my man
0:22Malice
0:22I got guns 'cause they got guns
0:25I get cash they get none
0:27So I'm sure you see where that leaves me
0:29In the streets with two heats
0:30Both one within my reach
0:32I speak slow
0:33Let 'em understand my speech
0:34When I say
0:35Get low
0:35These hold ten shots each
0:37Please
0:38Don't move too fast
0:39I scared of y'all n***as and my nerves is bad
0:42So sad
0:43But I won't think twice
0:44We rich
0:44We get the best judicial advice
0:46Threaten my life with them words that they ut ter in'
0:49Adrenaline pump
0:50My heart start to flut ter in'
0:51Continuous dump
0:52That tech gets to stut ter in'
0:54Left in the slump
0:55Mother and sister cud dle in'
0:56And for what
0:57'Cause you ego trippin'
0:59If that thing jam
0:59It's divine intervention
1:01Click
1:01's
1:01Don't let 'cha ego trick yo a*s
1:03'Cause this motherf**kin' tech will get yo a*s
1:05Pharrell
1:05Yes
1:06The semi automatic tech is know to jam
1:08But if it don't
1:09That's yo a*s my man
1:11Pusha T
1:13Even if it's talk cheap
1:15Say what
1:20You know I can't sleep on his word
1:23Had to show him that I heard
1:24Let's go
1:25All that duct tape tie up talk put in reverse
1:27Now it's him who's in a bind on the account of his words
1:30Yeah
1:30You know
1:30It
1:30Yeah
1:30They talk 'bout this and that
1:32That
1:32Got it f**ked up
1:33Like I'm all 'bout rap
1:34Rap
1:35Word is I'm loaded
1:36They want a piece of that
1:37I respond with four words
1:39Rat tat tat tat
1:40In yo a*s
1:40Now
1:41Rap about that
1:42I carry a human heat box
1:44To make ya heartbeat stop
1:45Stop
1:45Some say Pusha's the coldest
1:47Money is my morals
1:48Other than that
1:49I'm soulless
1:49Refuse to wake up zeroless and 0 less
1:52Carry that s**t that blow your arm out your shoulders
1:54Bla oww
1:55Techs don't come with holsters
1:56I'm a menace boy
1:58Don't forget
1:58Motherf**ker
1:59's
1:59Don't let 'cha ego trick yo a*s
2:01'Cause this motherf**kin' tech will get yo a*s
2:03Pharrell
2:03Yes
2:04The semi automatic tech is know to jam
2:06But if it don't
2:07That's yo a*s my man
2:12Pharrell
2:14Yo
2:17You n***as ain't f**kin' wit' us
2:20This is the real
2:23You n***as ain't f**kin' wit' us
2:25This is the real
2:27You n***as ain't f**kin' wit' us
2:30This is the real
2:32You n***as ain't f**kin' wit' us
2:35This is the real
2:38B***h
Pusha T Yes sir 's Don't let 'cha ego trick yo a*s 'Cause this motherf**kin' tech will get yo a*s Pharrell Yes The semi automatic tech is know to jam But if it don't That's yo a*s my man Malice I got guns 'cause they got guns I get cash they get none So I'm sure you see where that leaves me In the streets with two heats Both one within my reach I speak slow Let 'em understand my speech When I say Get low These hold ten shots each Please Don't move too fast I scared of y'all n***as and my nerves is bad So sad But I won't think twice We rich We get the best judicial advice Threaten my life with them words that they ut ter in' Adrenaline pump My heart start to flut ter in' Continuous dump That tech gets to stut ter in' Left in the slump Mother and sister cud dle in' And for what 'Cause you ego trippin' If that thing jam It's divine intervention Click 's Don't let 'cha ego trick yo a*s 'Cause this motherf**kin' tech will get yo a*s Pharrell Yes The semi automatic tech is know to jam But if it don't That's yo a*s my man Pusha T Even if it's talk cheap Say what You know I can't sleep on his word Had to show him that I heard Let's go All that duct tape tie up talk put in reverse Now it's him who's in a bind on the account of his words Yeah You know It Yeah They talk 'bout this and that That Got it f**ked up Like I'm all 'bout rap Rap Word is I'm loaded They want a piece of that I respond with four words Rat tat tat tat In yo a*s Now Rap about that I carry a human heat box To make ya heartbeat stop Stop Some say Pusha's the coldest Money is my morals Other than that I'm soulless Refuse to wake up zeroless and 0 less Carry that s**t that blow your arm out your shoulders Bla oww Techs don't come with holsters I'm a menace boy Don't forget Motherf**ker 's Don't let 'cha ego trick yo a*s 'Cause this motherf**kin' tech will get yo a*s Pharrell Yes The semi automatic tech is know to jam But if it don't That's yo a*s my man Pharrell Yo You n***as ain't f**kin' wit' us This is the real You n***as ain't f**kin' wit' us This is the real You n***as ain't f**kin' wit' us This is the real You n***as ain't f**kin' wit' us This is the real B***h
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