Rampage - Conquer Da World lyrics

Intro: rampage It's like that, it's like that son Yea, it's how we do it Chorus 2x: rampage [meka] [so what ya sayin son?] i'm a conquer da world I'm a conquer da world, i'm a conquer da world [so what ya sayin son?] i'm a conquer da world [rampage] Check it out I'm sittin in my room, lookin at the fort wall s**in on halls, singin to myself "i got the balls" Sk**s of the a**, a future without a past You god damned right a hundred g's in the stash Prepare for the blood bath, n***as don't know the half I got the illmatic graph, prepare to go to gaf Down to the yellow brick road I'm 22, rampage, i'm bout to explode You could relate, i bomb ya chest like kuwait You dead weight, and i'm about to shut down ya gates Forgive me lord, i'm on the take, give me a brake I shake and bake, and roll the money that i make I take, i throw half of ya body up in the lake Now it's time for me to break, f** the jake I make the street work for me I do damage to the stage and the industry It's like that, it's like that Chorus 2x *i wanna conquer da world* instead [rampage] I don't mean to brag or boast I'm the live n***a movin with toast The playas haters in the games be cuttin it close I'm layin low, in the phat red testaros' Adios from coast to coast Iced out, flooded watch Suade lookin like bu*terscotch Stickin the city like ed koch I want lands and yachts Rockin clubs and hot spots I wanna lady that's strictly gettin paid [homey] Not a great, to chill on the exotic island Strictly drinkin lemonade Rubbin my back, rubbin my head Smellin good when she comes to bed Victoria secret, sumthin that i can sleep with Pack my heat with, she's nuthin but my sidekick The chick that i freak with It's like that son Chorus 3x [rampage] I'm on the road to the riches Naked b**hes in the kitchen Washin my dishes, leavin they man suspicious I'm in the mansion, rightin rhymes like it's a short time I gotta shine, sippin on fine wine I'm in the phat jacuzzi, parle, put away the uzi It's all about the cuties, macked out like john belushi Take off that versel sweater, it's gettin better Black and white suit, maxima, fdr coup Been around the world, gettin loot I got future plans in the meadowlands Pushin in the phat lands Seein my mans, mad fans sittin in the stands Goin crazy, rampage, too young to fade The hardcore renegade 21 songs until ya made, pre paid Joined by crusade, i twist ya like a corn braid I got it made, i'm blowin like the world trade Chorus to fade