Uncle Murda - Got You Open lyrics

Hov and Drake beefin, Ohh I love it You know controversy excites the public You nobody till you get shot and die What if Puff was dead and BIG was alive? I'd be with BIG in LA in an armour truck Without Puff Ciroc would've went bankrupt The new generation, still got a lot to learn Y'all gotta take a back seat I still ain't get my turn Got a pretty Puerto Rican on her knees I'm wrapping the sh** out of her hair She ain't got no weave She said she got a man I ain't convince her to do it She don't mind cheating on him for me He a fan of my music She say he bump my sh** all day everyday Like Murda supposed to be that n***a Man I'm so mad at Jay I thought it was on when he signed son Murda like a skinny Biggie Smalls when he rhymes son But back to them hammers em young'ns are squeezing Police'll shoot you if they think you think about reaching And thats the kinda cops I grew up round I got locked up and forth for tryna shoot them down I'm bagging up a brick, feeling like I hit the Lotto [?] white b**hes like to swallow people I dont serve to my own kind, I serve white people For all em years of slavery, Dont tell me I'm evil Dont front, you know I got you open When I wrote this, OG kush is what I was smokin New York vs. New York, we always competing Even the radio stations and DJs beefin You gave your record to who first, You stupid dawg Don't be mad when certain DJs dont make a movie dawg Dont front, you know I got you open When I wrote this, OG kush is what I was smokin Get my work from LA And I know how to send it back Mexicans out there showed me where they k**ed Biggie at Yea ate a sample Yea I know it got you open When I wrote this, OG kush is what I was smokin You nah mean A lil something like Rest in peace to the wannabe me, BIG, Jay-Z rappers GMG, Brooklyn, New York city I talk that talk and I walk that walk wit it Salute the real