Dom Pachino - Out of Hand lyrics

[Intro: Dom Pachino] Yeah, Yeah I feel like they watchin me [Chorus: Dom Pachino] You live what you speak, You speak what you know You know what you see, You read what you sold Sometimes sh** you seek can have you leakin with holes When sh** gets out of hand From friends to the hoes, Some even po-po They watch when you come, So watch when you go If you choose to sleep, You never gone know When sh** gets out of hand [Dom Pachino] I made a fair share of money, When I hit the block hard Till I see a couple of n***as, Get knocked hard Double digits, Had to be some f**in snitches in the business Corruptin the whole operation, That's when I switch location And open my own station, Your boy P usin his noodle like an Asian Won ton Don's amazin, What a hustler Custom tracks a blazin, His voice is like Cajun You should of seen, Do it on the stage man Rock shows on occasion, Lets get on the same page fan You should have seen me, Pump that gage When sh** gets out of hand Crack head Mike showed me my first shotty Next thing you know, I'm on the block stickin everybody Till I, Did a bid and got focused Then it's the return of the white lotus, One of the dopest To ever do it, You must admit the kid can spit it And sound good even if you didn't get it, You get it Understand that, sh** gets out of hand [Chorus] [Dom Pachino] It usually get out of hand when you start to expand And your Privates wanna be Generals and feel like a man Cause you made em rich and sh** So they tell they doldgiers they betray their boss to the outfit I can't believe the sh** that comes out they mouth, sh** Have em, Return to the essence Embraces the pearly gate on some adios, Bon voyage, Good day mate Quit tryin to stay and take credit for some sh** that they didn't create I edit em, Zap em, Gun clap em, Pimp em, b**h slap em for playin Captain The hills from the Staten, Isle where most n***as is fowl We New York but a little different pal I've been blessed with a com-plete different style Don't try on my shoes if you ain't fiendin, To walk the mile When sh** gets out of hand [Chorus] [Outro: Dom Pachino] You gotta keep that circle tight I move like a ninja at night But understand that sh** gets out of hand No outsiders, Only move with fam Don't find myself in a jam when sh** gets out of hand