Roscoe - Jealousy lyrics

Man, "Ante Up" n***a Make these n***as kick in, punk-a** n***as BANG on 'em Sheeeit... gotta get on these Frontin, funny, funny-a** n***as [Hook] I can see it, youse a jealous, motherf**er It ain't really nuttin you can tell us, motherf**er Look me in my eyes you pathetic, motherf**er Cause sh** only happens if you let it, motherf**er You out to get a grip but you're doin the wrong sh** To get a grip you burn your bridge and sink ships motherf**er f**in 'round here might get you chipped, motherf**er The homies hittin lick after lick, motherf**er [Kurupt] The Crisis Center was just invaded n***as talkin 'bout Kurupt switched and traded People talkin 'bout they don't like me no mo', I lost my flow They liked me better on "Stranded on d**h Row" Gangbanging's a terrorist act, like whatever we do They gon' lock us up wherever the terrorists at They so-called RICO act, applaud and clap Cause they applaud when n***as get clapped, but look I can see it, youse a jealous, motherf**er It ain't really nuttin you can tell us, motherf**er Peep out the streets, you can't move without heat To keep your empire imperial From Pakistan to imperial, imperial mindframe Must center your circle, the circle, of your center Wisdom must control it's outer, and it's inner I got a small message for you funny-a** n***as look [Hook] [Roscoe] Young whippersnapper, dippin in my Acura For the young pistol packers, clip-slapper, click-clacker Chip-stacker, whip-jacker, crib-crashed, kidnapper Wig-basher, rib-cracker, ditch-digger, ditch a n***a b**h n***a, y'all the ones that switched n***a So f** y'all, now it's guns and clips n***a And y'all don't see it, you f**in with the wrong two We movin units and you just been f**in with the wrong crew And I can see it, youse a envious motherf**er My enemy motherf**er not no friend to me, no kin to me So it's simple don't be tryin to pretend to be motherf**er Repercussions consequences and penalties motherf**er I ain't never a punk, my beretta's in the trunk So whenever when it, jump, I'll be the first to dump Paranoid, I can't walk to the curb without my tec And it's so many murders that I regret, from jealous-a** n***as [Hook] [Lil' Fame] Yo, yo, it's the M dot O dot P, motherf**er The K-U, R-U-P-T, motherf**er Chin check n***a, it's 'bout to get hectic To all race and creeds, foreign or domestic (M.O.P. n***a) Now, tell me, if you wanna ride In the backseat of a Caddy, {?} brought you to a side Think it over for what it's worth Before you get yo' a** tossed into the big black earth [Billy Danze] Oh! Live from the 'Ville, it's your boy Bill Digga n***a will you get the f** back 'fore we k** ya Y'all know what's up, we doin it with Kurupt The flow slow disco, n***a let's go We put it down like, sound like (NOW LET'S RIDE ON OUT) Still shake the ground like (NOW LET'S RIDE ON OUT) When there's a conversation about O.G.'s Make sure you motherf**ers remember the M.O.-P's [Hook] [Kurupt ad libs to end]