Ego - Clipse

Don’t let 'cha ego trick yo ass

Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass

Yes, this semi-automatic tech is know to jam

But if it don’t, that’s yo ass my man

Don’t let 'cha ego trick yo ass

Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass

Yes, this semi-automatic tech is know to jam

But if it don’t, that’s yo ass my man

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 niggas 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 utterin'

Adrenaline pump, my heart start a-flutterin'

Continuous dump, that tech gets to stutterin'

Left in the slump, mother and sister cuddlein'

And for what?

Cause you ego-trippin'

If that thing jam, it’s divine intervention

Click!

Don’t let 'cha ego trick yo ass

Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass

Yes, this semi-automatic tech is know to jam

But if it don’t, that’s yo ass my man

Don’t let 'cha ego trick yo ass

Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass

Yes, this semi-automatic tech is know to jam

But if it don’t, that’s yo ass my man

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 fucked 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 ass)

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 O-less

Carry that shit that blow your arm out your shoulders (Blaow!)

Techs don’t come with holsters

I’m a menace boy (Don't forget, motherfucker)

Don’t let 'cha ego trick yo ass

Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass

Yes, this semi-automatic tech is know to jam

But if it don’t, that’s yo ass my man

Don’t let 'cha ego trick yo ass

Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass

Yes, this semi-automatic tech is know to jam

But if it don’t, that’s yo ass my man

Yo, you niggas ain’t fuckin' with us

This is the real

You niggas ain’t fuckin' with us

This is the real

You niggas ain’t fuckin' with us

This is the real

You niggas ain’t fuckin' with us

This is the real, bitch