Erick Sermon - Look Out lyrics

[Intro: Twon Gabz] Def Squad! Yo! [Verse 1: Twon Gabz] I see plots under disguises, lies under toned in the tone Of another grown man like damn what the f** he on?! Child's Play and like Chucky's clone Good fortune moved out his house, so his luck is gone Frontin like nothin's wrong, that's who I'm lookin out for n***as grillin me like they livin and cookin outdoors So I'm keepin my mouth closed and my eyes wide Come at me get that beef pattie like five guys Y'all cakes is soft flakes Raisin Brand My phrase is make a man take a stand Doc Frankenstand It's the weirdest science, it's clear defiance Eat up the cats like lions, they fear alliance n***as look at the stars, wishin they had cars But ain't no genies in the bottle only cush in jars They look at ours, and compare with there's Ballin out over here don't meanin missin hairs There grimey catch me if you find me I walk with a rear view mirror to see behind me That's not paranoia that's bein alert It separates from bein alive to bein in dirt [Chorus: Twon Gabz (Sample)] Huh! You got that bread watch your back ("LOOK OUT!") n***as, wish they had what you got ("LOOK OUT!") Wait! Hold up what's that?! ("LOOK OUT!") Homey you better ("LOOK OUT!") Don't let 'em catch you like ("AHHHHHHH!!!") Huh! You got that bread watch your back ("LOOK OUT!") n***as, wish they had what you got ("LOOK OUT!") Wait! Hold up what's that?! ("LOOK OUT!") Homey you better ("LOOK OUT!") Don't let 'em catch you like ("AHHHHHHH!!!") [Verse 2: Erick Sermon] Huh! Everyday I wake up Twon it's good news I feel dynamite like I'm Tom or Cruise OOOH! I do's it (HOW COME?) The best could Mr. International you see me on Westwood London I'm there on a first cla** ticket I'm a star, 'cause that's how Beckett I kick it The band and yeah, I'm runnin rapid Access is granted so I'm takin advantage, damnit Yeah! I'm underrated (Uh!) I'm important like when life was created by God when he made it Yeah! You a loser I am the future Even though, I'm the past I'm the future Still that producer, makin that Elroy Jetson (Uh Huh!) The next sh**, can't you hear this perfection Feel my aggression n***a I'm hungry, great depression n***a Twenty pounds gone I changed my whole figure Jesus piece around your neck and you a k**er UMMM!!! Go figure Yeah! You keep sayin you a gangsta?! Please! You a saint, and doin you would be a Drew Brees [Chorus: Twon Gabz (Sample)] Huh! You got that bread watch your back ("LOOK OUT!") n***as, wish they had what you got ("LOOK OUT!") Wait! Hold up what's that?! ("LOOK OUT!") Homey you better ("LOOK OUT!") Don't let 'em catch you like ("AHHHHHHH!!!") Huh! You got that bread watch your back ("LOOK OUT!") n***as, wish they had what you got ("LOOK OUT!") Wait! Hold up what's that?! ("LOOK OUT!") Homey you better ("LOOK OUT!") Don't let 'em catch you like ("AHHHHHHH!!!")