Blu - Tear It / Down A.M.S.W lyrics

[Verse 1: Blu] When you see me doing my math When you see me make a crown out of hat When you see the god writing a rap Or when that Chaun shine on that black black that black Or when you see my face on a plaque And all gold and all plat and all that back to back Like the 'lade in all black 'Cause I used to think it capped for the strap Tearing down the track when I rap I got it maxxed, don't turn it down, put me on blast Look we got to have shook simply 'cause we rap Cook crack good cash flow after that Bling blinging like my phone ring ringing Broke the [?] on the weekend and I never saw the Lincoln Car reeking of the bomb we breathing Parked [?] so the law don't see us [Verse 2: Chaundon] I never loved her but all I did was f** her She was a nice girl but I could never really trust her Feelings got involved, I ain't show her any interest She kept moving closer telling me all of her business Fantasies and wishes, bought me gifts on Christmas Mind you I met her just a month before what is this? Begging me to hit it raw, get upset when I saw naw Pulls her skirt down, storms out then she slams the door Phone calls around four in the morn Apologizing, playing with herself as she watches p**n (Keep it real you know you want this p**y Chaun It's that good god, I'll let you put it anywhere come on) Nah I'll pa** (Ay yo nobody's hurt these feelings You don't know me, I'll f** around and burn your house down) Hung the phone up, went back to sleep, played her for a joke An hour later thought I was dreaming when I smelled the smoke Tied to the bed, duct tape and mad rope Blows a kiss and walks out, another Murder She Wrote [Verse 3: Reks] I always loved her but she ain't want me to touch her Secretly a bad girl I could never trust her Emotions disappeared she won't open up close and shut doors Holding on to us but she ignored the cause Coldest night I fantasize of other guys in between her thighs While I ride or die, blind inside Missing little man's birthday, damn and now Christmas b**h was built with the thickness but no interest Whispering at four in the morn I give a yawn Wondering who's on the horn, she the thorn In the rose I once considered wifey Might be that n***a Chaun Don, shorty talking in her sleep The thought dawned Dipset Little man's heart would be ship wrecked Neglect and disrespect won't forget Nor the way she came back to me storming Into the crib matches in hand like (good morning) [Sample] Come on