Trigga - If You See Me lyrics

[Kurupt] & Trigga [Trigga?] Yeah, yeh what the deal dog [Where you from?] BK, NYC, reppin' wid the DPG Yeah what the dealy Yo, yo, yo, yo, LAFC Everything else cool, the Wu-Tang is the best Dogg Pound's the best Verse 1: Trigga Mic accurate, trade darts TL Slight tint DL, quick flash Smooth as a baby's a** Lyrical addicts, murder mics like a savage And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos Transactions, C-notes for the kilos 'Bout our money, k**a bees love the honey Puttin' a sting, on warriors in the ring Get mashed out initiation face slashed out Block dropper, drama action like I won an Oscar Eye on me, feds spy on me It's them cops in the choppers that play the roof Ready to snipe, stay bulletproof Ease up on the over proof Level head the liable and leave ya for dead Fill fulla lead Incidents, cla**ified accidents No evidence, po-po innocent crime pays I guess it's the American ways Far from slaves Yet behind bars and cage Fair exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12-guage Verse 2: Baby S It's time for me to do this sh** for all my years hurtin' See these other n***as bustin' raps that ain't workin' I'm jerkin' the game, heavyweight pocket exchange Touch my n***as that's broke and hope them n***as do the same Pause, squeeze ya balls wid no draws Down for the cause and hoes takin' off they draws Y'all, n***as, ain't knowin' the half Everywhere I go feel like I'm runnin' from crash My intention to smash fast plex on elevators Sacked a hell a haters crime raider on the fader I'm major now, women hit me on my pager While I'm puffin' on the bombay The vietnam way... pimpin' in a calm way And rule one, never let a b**h know where your baby mom's stay Hook: Now if you see me creepin' thorugh SC Just walk on by, n***a, just walk on by Before you f** up my high Before you f** up my high Before you f** up my high If you see me in the NYC Just walk on by, n***a, just walk on by Before you f** up my high Before you f** up my high Before you f** up my high Verse 3: Short Khop Got the session on lockdown Make way for the co*ked pound Best to give it all you got now fool For this new era, new order, new terror, new torture Run up and extort ya Abort ya missions Escort physicians to the spot you and I met rep for combat Where the bomb at, chop up on that n***as I been there and done that Catch a contact By drainin', try trainin' Holla when you've perfected ya aimin' Ready for a taming And catch me at the spot wid this clown gashed up Ya found me in his wife face down mashed up No stoppin' this, I'm most poppinest Anything to the left of monotonous Mister Khopadopalous Blockin' this hold ya down tech potent Any n***a second guessin' keep his face opened Verse 4: Kurupt Check it out, got games, crackle Clash of the titans up against the crackin' Come to f** you up, stuck you up n***as bust, n***as lookin' like Kurupt What the f** you want? All at you motherf**ing small fry small guy Motherf**in' small cat, beat wid pipes poles and bats Blast wid a small gat Run, and bust till his lungs collapse And hit the corner pocket But first strip his pockets He shouldn'ta got caught in the mixture See I'm the type of n***a to pull out the paintbrush And the board and the paper and paint a picture You shootin' and got shot We shoot ya, Drex Luthor ?Then pull pens to report to zoopers? I'm a 6-4 rap, 44 mag calicos and ma** Double bags caught cash Wid cash on cash dub sacks new blocks Baby S, El Drex, Kurupt, Trigga and Short Khop Hook: When you see me wid the DPG Just walk on by, n***a, just walk on by Before you f** up my high Before you f** up my high Before you f** up my high And if you see me in the ING Just walk on by, n***a, just walk on by Before you f** up my high Before you f** up my high Before you f** up my high Before you f** up my high Verse 5: El-Drex Yo, yo, verbal seizures Coming from the black Johnny Fever You bought your heater turn like Tina when Ike beat her We kidnapped ya girl and ain't feed her she's a heavy bleeder At this point you realise that you ain't really need her Cats that get it betta stand on they pivot Life is rigid from the business and pleasure, when you miss it Oh well forget it wipe my pinkie ring when you kissed it Couldn't keep ya distance, so things was done deliberate A G-thing, this cost cash is not a free thing When we sing that's when they bring the jealousy thing But that alerts me, the low and dirty wanna hurt me They equal to the numbers on Robert Paris jersey Blood thirsty ten O.Gs in black derbys We throw things, I got a arm like Testa Verdy It's Drex Andretti the live lyrical compulsive Betta contact ya physician for over dosage You lost ya focus, realise what you get A little bit of good sh** And alot of bullsh** Now you wounded So you got exactly what you earned You gon' fool wid the Drex it's like a tax return Hook: When I'm in the 2-F-I-V-E Just walk on by, just walk on by Before you f** up my high Before you f** up my high Before you f** up my high Before you f** up my high If you see me in the NYC Just walk on by, n***a, just walk on by Before you f** up my high Before you f** up my high Before you f** up my high Before you f** up my high Before you f** up my high f** up my high [Alot of mixed up talkin' & shoutin'] All I wanna say fu*k THESE ni**aS MAN! Yo, first of all After all this is over We still all go to sleep And we still wake up in the morning So give thanks to God Cause he loves us For real, for real