G-Clef Da Mad Komposa - I See You lyrics

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G-Clef Da Mad Komposa - I See You lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs] I'd like to introduce myself I go by the name of S. Childs Some of my friends call me Red Heroin, though [Solomon Childs] Hold the Koran in my arm, with a tech nine, rebellious Like infliction, when it climbs For this bread, I'm thinking all kinds of crime Uptown n***as gave us the 411 n***a in the Penal, you was a dancer Singing on your gate like Keyshia So you a hustler? Yeah, right n***a We asked about you, now you home and you got war stories Violate, splitting something that's mandatory No games, this is hood sh** for real Let the bananas peel, let them feel what we feel Let 'em feel their ribs touch, the Gods that left branded With that 'throw-a-n***a-in-the-garbage' sh** Dick s**ing lips, you and your baby moms'll catch one in the hip Go head, dun.. brat! [Chorus 2X: Yung Budd] I know you see me rolling, or you see me riding Then seen you peeping, then seen you hiding And I caught you ratting, when you seen the squadron Your jaws is yapping, mouth ready to start sh** [G-Clef Da Mad Komposa] Yo, this is k**a sh**, when it bleed into the club The fight breaks out, and moves fast like a twisted From corner to corner, you f' with my squad, you'se a goner V.I.P. mode, Grey Goose, cuz I want ta k** in the shadows, don't disturb my key See the jealous look in your eyes, you wanna f** with me But the Clef is un-f**-wittable Styles be unhospitable, your conditions is critical I'm adding b**hes to my list like it was MySpace When I be letting off a sickle, beat your brain case While you beating off and mated in the same place I be like Rae in the club "n***a, just a little taste" Tsst.. ya'll n***as make me laugh When I closed down the Tunnel, wasn't that enough to feel my wrath? And my gang, before million deep sword Get tired, homey, make it easy on your self, and stay asleep [Chorus] [Yung Budd] Can I get a toot-toot, beep-beep, hot beat, see me Harlem, ain't see me, hit me on the bleep-bleep I got the connects, I can't give no names It's a family affair, like Mary J How fear he play, it's not a question Won't settle for less, it's out of the question You got my blessings, but I recommend you run to the books For a order of protection, I done seen a lot since I touched down I've done hit the block, with a brick, half sick when the cops round Heard you pissed, type b**h when you crazed down I flied over seas, half bent, when I touch down So n***a act like I'm p**y, and I'mma gain Have your whole fanbase screaming out "what's his name?" On the radio, they like that 'what's-his-name' Late great, in front of your REC name, you rep lame [Shawn Wigs] I got, bread in my pocket, I move like an eightball Feds catch me, son, they pushing for that state law Def, I "Chambermusik" like Clef Gun in my right hand, but still be moving on your left Bulletproof tef', my style bring sounds to deaf ears Me and Trife Dies', been running with Ghost for years This is T.U., 718's the identity Legendary talk is like King and Kennedy [Chorus 2X]