DJ Homicide - Tranzform lyrics

[Hook] Have you seen your friends turn to snakes Then transform into rats While running through the jungle I can tell you all 'bout that [Verse 1] Let's get this straight, I'm way above all this hate I'm in my lane, I'm circling with no brakes And no blinkers, my team still runnin' gunnin' Still hungry, you think that you could sink us thinkers? Windex clean, no way I'm gonna see the clinker And if I'm dirty, you think that you could link us think of Another format, informant, I'm not your doormat I hear clicking on my phone jack, no callbacks The phones that, matter fact yo I know it's tape Matter fact, didn't you just catch a case? You in my face, acting like you high as f** Gucci belt showin' out man you wired up This tide is up, the God gotta live this out I'm in the rut but my gut's never giving out I'm in the moment, staring at the hearing now Can't tear me down, I'm living like a righteous child I had these thoughts, knew I had to write them down No sun rays, I live this sh** underground The devil's back, he's mad at my lifestyle [Hook] X2 [Verse 2] Handle my hardware, always had to earn my keep Money and friendship, always had to turn the beef Behind my back, you should of had your words with me But talk is cheap, acting like you own the streets You want beef, well all I'm doing is tryna eat But we was mans, plans, million dollar scams Now June 24th you're lying on a f**ing stand The judge slam the hammer, in grand jury glamour Now it's club fed vacation in the Alabama I ask myself, should I put down the hammer These blood s**ing vampires always coming at'cha Leeches on my back, bottom feeders body snatchers Savages, in pursuit of happiness My wife want half of this, oh she's tryna jam me up You won't get half of this, sorry then no tummy tuck I ask myself, for the fame for the bucks? Now ask myself man, aw she just starstruck I tricked on timbs, had flicks of her my best man Creeping on the Westin, spotted in the West Inn! [Hook] X2