They Got Me (Album Version) (Album Version|Explicit)

They Got Me (Album Version) - John Forte
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum holdin' arms bustin' guns with them
They got me fearin' the pen 'cause
I don't want to go in
It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on again
Yo call my lawyer
They ran up on me son ain't nothin' for ya
Two shots my allabies I'm with Joe and De La Hoya
Fight on ran up in the crib and turned the lights on
Yo get this Mothaf**ka I don't leave no witness
Like Larry Fishburne I'll meet in Hawthorne pushin' lefts
With no signal light on yo word bond
I know the sh*t's on
Called Don Cartagena from the Pilan
Yo be war lawyers and attorneys trying to hurt me
Indeed I feel stressed
Clutched my shorty's chest smokin' C I 's
Truth or die shoot the five uncivilized to B Y 's
Muffled lives like a pit bull at will
Sit still or you're shook real
Y'all niggas need to get real or get killed
The 4-fifth call the men still alcohol's never distilled
A hundred proof vest bulletproof
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum holdin' arms bustin' guns with them
They got me fearin' the pen 'cause
I don't want to go in
It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on-again
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum holdin' arms bustin' guns with them
They got me fearin' the pen 'cause
I don't want to go in
It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on-again
I live a plush life
Nothin' on my wrist crushed ice
Bumpin' the heist in the GS with the bug lights
Just us guys tough guys the puff lye
Cut up pies from night 'til the sunrise
If one of us dies his fam gets a share
Every man's treated fair
No one's getting his hand kissed in the chair
We all shine as individuals ex-criminals
We trained to not hate you for the
Residuals
Now his interludes reflecting how we was reppin'
Snappin' necks-ni**a
Charging the mob for our protection
I'm still rejecting offers from half the forces
A corner office and ten percent of all extortion's
I'm still enforcing but only when it's close to home
Do it for Tony he taught me how to hold my own
But now I'm fully grown and I got dreams of my own
My whole team on the throne
Living like kings out of Rome
It's on
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum holdin' arms bustin' guns with them
They got me fearin' the pen 'cause
I don't want to go in
It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on-again
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum holdin' arms bustin' guns with them
They got me fearin' the pen 'cause
I don't want to go in
It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on-again
For the right price
I'll put any rapper on ice
Over three gods Terror Squad'll cough 'em up real nice
Send him to Christ taking his life's not a problem
I've been robbin' niggas and pullin'
Triggas way before my album
Drowning my sorrows with bottles of Moe
Anybody can go lose your control end up a John Doe
You didn't know my sh*t is game tight
The insane type to bust open your brain with a drainpipe
It ain't right but I don't give a uh
Me and Punisher contemplate your death like the governor
My red dot that make ya head hot disgusting wet spot
Blood gushing down your bumbleclot dreadlocks
Ayo Joe
We suffocating with the headlock
Let's fly the kite to his Ma
You leave the key inside the breadbox
I hold the toaster Fugee-Camou coats and penny loafers
Glass table meetings with Dons I'm nice wit' mine
No time to be fair I build in this square
I'm holdin' it there my corporation's like a million in share
The gat push weak niggas back
From Brownsville to Flat bush
9- double 1 dialing shorty wildin'
She tryin' to send the god up to the island
Like the rest of my fam the best of the damned
The Beast who locked the rest of my men's
Lease a tenant four pounds are fingerprinted
Louisville's aluminum invented
Some dumb scent it and peppermint it
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum holdin' arms bustin' guns with them
They got me fearin' the pen 'cause
I don't want to go in
It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on-again
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum holdin' arms bustin' guns with them
They got me fearin' the pen 'cause
I don't want to go in
It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on-again
We're just thugs for life
Bustin' slugs for life
Forte' Brownsville Gun tec unite
Fat Joe BX you know the sh*t stay tight
Cap's casings blast faces and do what you like
Cap's casings blast faces and do what you like
My son drive a bust guns though the sh*t ain't right
We're just thugs for life bustin' slugs for life
Forte' brownsville gun tec unite