Ario - The Watcher 2 (remix) lyrics

Things just ain't the same for gangsters Answer to me boy I'm your commander I'm also a rapper to these crackers no actor I'm a real rap my standards Please watch your manners boy I'm a happy camper till come and annoy me Then I fire back on the CD's and move Down your street in less than a week, see Studio better turn up the AC cause the fire I spit Is similar to JAY Z, ZZ like you fell asleep It's inevitable bout a week turn you into a vegetable Questionable if these MC's deserve the life they have I took a spliff and I split it in half the only way I can Learn functions in math is with a half ounce of the hash I ain't gotta ask for your cash I know you're gonna relax Back into my raps Its dope Make every mother f**er feel hope The kings spoke now it's time to backtrack And figure out how many wack crack pedallers Got gold medals cause they been running the industry And if I ever leave they'll f**in miss me Blow me kisses real quick then turn To the phone to s**t me so please don't Try to diss me Cause if you're f**ing with me then you f**ed up Drive on empty till i fill the tank up And turn around and swam into town Take your smile and turn it upside down Into a frown spit it now to make you fear me now Oh you feel me now What about a year ago when b**h Turned out to be a hoe And she still is, f** her Sip 40 bump whiz Whatcha gonna do come up here flexin in front of the crew I ain't got no job but all you wanna do is brew coffee and Your shawty poppin molly for a livin I'm out here on the mic try to make a k**in And if you're willing i'll be dealin Pound for pound hit the ground When you mother f**ers hear me now Ain't no mother f**er can take me down I'm from out of town from the 218 All you do is eat off your f**ing plate All i do is lift three f**ing plates After this i'll be banned from every state Every country this is just a taste of my rap To all you stupid f**s i hate I'm sorry brook$ide but its dope as f** When we rolling up to Qa**im's crib And he shi-shut the f** up You better duck boy You a f** boy You wanna hug boy Finna cuff you up boy Take you to the back of the truck where we finna f** you up Man nobody wants your smokes All you do is f**in toke b**h boy you ain't got no hope Whenever you talk we laugh cause you sound like a f**in joke Yeah i'm broke is that a problem Wait who the f** going to sait Qa**im And i ain't trying rate your girl but she ain't Got no bra she looks like a goblin Tonight brookside turns into Harlem That means we gon shake you up It's in your f**in water