Killer Mike - Amen lyrics

Amen my ni**a Amen my ni**a (Yeah) (Uh) fu*k up the count you count it again Free all my ni**as that stuck in the pen fu*k up the money they spending the Ben Fresh out the gutta like how he get rich Can't fu*k with snakes that's how you get bit Stay out the field that's how you hit Pushing that work that's how I get fit Sale out that work the do it again She said I'm a dog it is what it is If you ever cross me I ain't forget Took a few L's took that on the chin But b*tch I'm a champ I know how to win My ni**a relapsed getting loaded again He thinking he Tony he treating his nose b*tch I'm a king with a mouth full of golds We flushing that work if they kick in the door I got the power like Tommy and Ghost Might break down a brick and go buy me a boat Good I'm the hood the call me the goat But all the D Boys they call me the truth Oh that's your girl she calling me cute Oh that's your girl she calling me cute Felling like Q, b*tch I got the juice I'm feeling like Bishop when I got the tool Nobody move, nobody get hurt Nobody move, nobody get hurt Empty the clip on them monkey ni**as From a city where they put your face on a shirt Empty the clip on them monkey ni**as From a city where they put up boy in a Hurst I'm trying to see heaven on earth I'm trying to get what I'm worth I deserve it I come from the dirt Check my Air Forces they all full of dirt I'm trying to hit me a lick or hit for a brick whatever come first To my ni**a who popping them percs And moving that work, I pray that sh*t work I pray that it work on my life man I pray that sh*t work Move your mama from out of the ghetto Amen my ni**a Bail your brother from out of the slammer (shout out my ni**a Roddy) Amen my ni**a Help your homie get back on his feet (it's love) Amen my ni**a Get rich and give back to the streets (always man) Amen my ni**a (Always) Sipping on lean, dressed in Supreme Pills making money but coke is still king I get her high, excitement and running I keep eye, indictments is coming I might be smiling, ain't nothing funny I got the prof, fu*k is my money Business is business and bullsh*t is bullsh*t And you ni**as mix 'em too much (yeah) Telling you listen and keep paying attention Cause these ni**as snitching too much Game is the shame, nah, game is the same Real ni**as snitched on by lame Money and fame, that was a young ni**a aim Now I don't see it the same These are the rules of the game You should be cool and act lame You should be rich and play broke Gotta be wise and let them think you foolish Then you pull up in the newest of new sh*t This is an S63, ain't nothing rented my G Nothing fugazi 'bout me, these b*tches crazy 'bout me These b*tches lazy my G And I won't give 'em a fu*k I play Too Short in my truck Play Bun n Pimp in the Imp But I will not play a simp Burning my hemp Standing on corners with glocks and the clip on my hip High as a rocket-in ship I'm a prophet with a gift b*tch, I'm the man, I'm the man I had to hang with the grams and saran through the land, b*tch, I'm the Wizard of Oz I got the money, the power, the pussy, the cost Amen my ni**a Amen my ni**a Amen my ni**a Amen my ni**a