Gemstones - Tha Anthem lyrics

(Chorus 1) Y'all don't know who ya f**in' wit, baby Y'all gon' f** around and make a n***a go crazy Y'all don't know who ya f**in' wit, baby Y'all gon' f** around and make us all go crazy Say... [Verse 1] Yo I roll wit n***as that blow `dro and blow holes in yo torso Deveras, mama, te digo la verdad I ain't tryin' to impress ya just to get under ya dress Nor am I tryin' to worry yo a** to leave you caught up in stress I'm The Real Mc Coy, I'm as real as they come Other n***as can talk about it, but n***a be silent wit their tongues Instead of yappin' gums, how they be holdin' guns How they be sellin' d** and how much n***as give `em love Don't they know that I don't give a f** about what they got Braggin' about yo sh** in front of me can get ya just got I ain't playin' no games, I done said it before I'm taking n***as' platinum plaques and puttin' my sh** on they walls I'm like the... Best kept secret, that nobody knows Only movin' about in these streets and carried out by these hoes See some n***as out here, they only care for themselves My and my n***as are the opposite: we catch this bread well And if cats don't realize this, they ain't compliant Never had no real cheese up in they muthaf**in' pocket Papa taught me never be greedy, wit the money you hold But watch out for fake n***as, and them gold-diggin' hoes Now these are the words that I'ma live by, till the day that I die f** the n***a that doesn't understand, and has to ask why Has to ask why, has to ask why, fake a** muthaf**as have to ask why Now... (Chorus 1) (Chorus 2) La la, la la, laaaa, la la, la la, la la, laa laa, la la, laaaa Now all my thug muthaf**as say... La la, la la, laaaa, la la, la la, la la, laa laa, la la, laaaa [Verse 2] Ay yo I'm tired of being broke, and not havin' nothin' to show for I'm tired of poppin' ecstas. sippin' on too much liquor I'm tired of n***as makin' promises they can't keep I'm tired of all this stress that's unablin' me to sleep I gotta... Get on top of things, make some moves in this game Anyone can lay the track, but only I can bring the fame, and for as Long as I reign, I'ma bang on the brain Makin' it hard for modern n***as in the streets to complain Listen to the ones who, smoke Lala, and sniff up all the powda And sell it for hot dollar, and don't give a f** about nada Gemini, the greatest, I'ma ball till I fall And I'ma, rea**ure your thought with a f**in' plaque on the wall Mutha-f**as... Y'all don't know, who ya f**in' wit, baby Y'all don't know, who ya f**in' wit, baby Say... (Chorus 1) (Chorus 2)