Meek Mill - Ooh k** Em (Kendrick Lamar Diss) lyrics

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Meek Mill - Ooh k** Em (Kendrick Lamar Diss) lyrics

[Intro: Maleek] Get it right Terio Ooh, ooh k** 'em, ooh k** 'em, ooh [Interlude: Meek Mill] You ready? You ready? I don't think they is [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes out when they move they lips I spit crack for my n***as that be moving bricks With they exclusive b**h Sippin' on Amaretto when she loose and sh** n***as sleeping on me then I Freddy Krueger sh** With a few Philly n***as that be shootin' sh** I'm like Dre, I wish I had my n***a Snupe for this Oh, I grew up, I screw up a oz of crack Then I blew up they knew us before all this rap I maneuvered with shooters You f** around with me, get smoked like a hookah My ruger go booyah, I do it for the streets You do it for the n***a with the backpack I do it for the n***as on the corner Tryna make a meal ticket with a crack pack Hold up wait a minute let me back track Hov gave you 24, let you have that Man you claiming you the king of New York What the f** wrong with you n***a, step back Hundred shots, aim straight at your snap cap Everybody want the crown so I snatch that Heard your gun go doo-dooo-dooo Well my gun go blap-blap-blap-blap What the f** I gotta whisper to n***as To earn my respect just to get to these n***as Go Ether, Takeover or Jigga on n***as Or really go 2Pac and Biggie on n***as What the f** wrong with him Like really I'm sick of you n***as You've been in the game like a year and some change And you feeling yourself so I'm k**ing these n***as like... [Bridge: Meek Mill] (H-h-h-hold up, wait) Let the beat come back and the streets come back n***as on the west tryna make the east come back Make me grow these nappy braids, make the beast come back like (H-h-h-hold up, wait) And a n***a f** around get the RICO Act Shoot shoot, and one, where my free throw at? And my lil' n***a Bobby can't eat those flats Like ooh k** 'em, ooh k** 'em Ooh k** 'em, ooh k** 'em [Verse 2: Meek Mill] They know Meek Milly, I barely went gold But Meek Milly look like he sold two million All this new money I'm getting my n***a I swear I don't know what to do with it Yeah it's Meek Milly, I'm bombing on rappers I really don't give a f** who with 'em Pair with a n***a like me one time, like me one time And ya'll forgot about me Acting like I don't really want mine What the f** wrong with em Know how we feeling, let me get back to it Terio like ooh k** 'em, ooh k** 'em Ooh k** 'em, ooh k** 'em, ooh k** 'em, ooh