Ghostown - Come and Get It lyrics

[Cig] Cig's next in line, call it a take over! These cats ain't ready for me to get heavy So many adversaries want me buried in the cemetery You're a snitch, you're a b**h, you don't want no beef Talkin' sh**? Piece of sh**, dog, you can't compete Cowards step to this, you'll get filled with holes I'll have you jettin' (Jet in) NY like Laveranues Coles Mix Bacardi with dro, chicks party with Hypno Cig throws back more Heat then Alonzo f** with Cig? That's like askin' for your d**h Rip your lungs & throw 'em back so you can catch your breath Your records can't sell, your life? Don't risk it Wind up another dead rapper statistic I'm realistic, I'm Staten's finest Your attitude was positive until your crew got minused Cause I'm packin' more Teck's (tech's) then Rashid Wallace My flow's flawless, flap sh**, you'll be jawless That's why you ain't felt, cause all you do is front The only gun you ever held came free with Duck Hunt You're too shook to stunt, and we can see right through you I've heard blank CD's that sound better then you do [Chorus: repeat 2X] Tell 'em if they want it, they can get it If you ain't with it, then you'll get it Don't want the beef, you don't want it with us Don't run these streets, they don't want it with us [J Formz] Sadly we lost Pac and L due to a**a**ination So now Cig and Formz the new Deadly Combination Rap abomination, domination, got you facin' plots you hatin' Got you waitin', got you pacin', heart racin' Stop the fakin', all the hatin', pop your face in, cop your weight and Pop the tape in, no escapin' the Cig and Formz compilation The cops are tracin' the flow, we so real And how I got you sayin "OH" with no deal Come through blocks with Glocks, and I'm known to k** Cause when I co*k and pop, your brain's known to spill You wanna spit again, but the game's over, chill Sign, get rich, and then what? I'm a soldier still Never stop ridin', never stop spittin' And the hottest sh** I'm rippin' is probably not written So send word through your Nextel's and hand out flyers And f** Denzel son cause this Man's On Fire [Chorus] [Cig] Cut pies like pizza, what guys will buy fame? Move Key's like Alicia, but you'll know my name Your crew's gettin' bling? you're co*ky and lame Last time you seen checks was at hockey games My wrist's rocky, all these haters could greet snubs Chick's feen for the mug, whip's clean, sweet dubs 16 and a beam, aimed to heat thugs And you ain't gotta go on Fear Factor to eat slugs Cig's that thug that gets chick's to strip fast AK in the dash that'll give you whiplash You're a chump poppin' off, I'm coppin' cream fast You ought to stop producin' like you was Dreamcast You're ga**ed like Jews at the Holocaust And these tools blast fools when the hollow's are tossed We pop bottles, cop Movado's just to floss And the models follow just to say they swallowed a boos, yeah! [Chorus] Cig: You ignorant mother f**ers man, you do your little shows, you hand out Your little flyers. Bottom line is, we'll see who they feelin' man. Don't You dare ever try and do this to me again man, I own this sh** man. I was built For this, you ain't built for this man. Y'all battery rappers man, get charged Up. Follow me and see how sh** gets done around here man