Kevin Crouse - You Can't k** Me lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah y'all... New York City... Tryna to see where I'ma go tonight... The most famous town in the whole f**in' world... The other night, n***a was at Lotus... I hit P and them I was Dom P'ed up in there, you know... But I found this new spot we went to the other night, yo Check it out, check it out how it went [Verse 1] It was just cool like, smooth night with my j**els bright Goons left, goons right, coupe with blue lights Bad girls in black pearls, gave us cat calls Took 'em back to the crib to break they a** off In the loft, mixing hash and dro Honey spreaded that a**hole like a wide mouth ba** Sippin' wine out the gla**, Teddy Pendergra** blast When the phone ring, the house lights flash Turned down the sound, let's get down to business sh** about to go down with some foul n***as What the voice said, "What up, pop? Who want it?" I put the guap up, get the boy popped He say "Son, stop, it's dudes you feedin' Who feedin' other dudes, but they really not eatin'" Dog, why you callin' me? This our food You handle the mouths that it trickles down to n***as want beef, I want some of that cow too But I'm in my princely robe, simply rich Don't bother me with silly sh**, call Rico He said "It IS Rico, of all people Gave his moms furs, called up the mayor To get his crime pardoned, his son's godfather" Said the n***a shot up my cars Last night he laid for me to come out my doors? [Hook] n***as always on that bullsh** To make a n***a wanna open up a full clip n***as always on that bullsh** Now your funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit n***as always on that bullsh** To make a n***a wanna open up a full clip n***as always on that bullsh** Now your funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit You can't k** me [Verse 2] High, fly, send a fella loaf or gla** Fold up cash, you ain't heard the soldier's half You speakin' hogwash, silly sh**, Balderdash I got the live sparked, Phillies lit, smoker's jacket on The son of a Cap-ricorn, my dad's a don What you think that he spawned? A slacker? Nah Packed the 9's, yo this n***a's asinine Smack your mom, relaxed and calm, then mack your mom In a casket, you'll get your fashion on You'll be in a suit and tie, you'll die You'll make maggots turn to flies, f**in' with Nas Remember anyone can get it at anytime Lames'll swear by your name, when they lie Get hit with the lone star, ripped where your bones are So tell me how yo' a** gon' run, from a C-Z-P-O-1? In the midst of real steel movers, you a loser Merk you wit your own shooters All you want is a name, pissed and insane My security system, my playspot a fireplace, listen Then it goin' off, start spittin' n***as try to bring it where I live in Trustin' you, knew where all of the cribs at So we waited with the Sigs, blat, blat, blat! [Hook] {*"You can't k** me" to fade*}