YTCracker - Still DG lyrics

Late in the evening, or is it morning? Couple days sat awake and you see me yawnin' James Bondin', pinging and they ain't respondin' Mission accomplished, yeah, b**h, I'm pwning Roll out the crib, white hat on the crest "Spamtec" like a badge on the right of my chest Blip-blip on my Sidekick, I flip my wrist SSH to my box, page down to next My stats look good, what about my checks? So many digits, a googolplex Rotation of the earth like my spam subjects Perplex the best, the wicked get no rest Slide in my Chrysler, the blades will slice ya' Mesh grill on the front just to entice ya' IPod in the dash, Nerd Life supreme Track, track, to the Spamtec audio stream Still live my life like the perfect dream There ain't a soul who can touch me or my team, nah District attorneys set out on journeys And then I lead them on like "A Weekend at Bernie's" Feds on the scene, try collectin' my convos See me on AIM talkin' to other blonde hoes Condos, coast to coast, wireless enabled When they set to sniff I switch to cables IPs bounce through multi nations I keep confidential like doctor's patients It's Nerd Life and it's DG d**h Representin' DG 'til my dying breath I'm still a DG and I ain't gonna stop So don't twist it up and make it something it's not From handguns to bandwith, I'm still kickin' And I'll fry your a** like a piece of chicken I'm still a DG and I ain't gonna stop So don't twist it up and make it something it's not From handguns to bandwith, I'm still kickin' And I'll fry your a** like a piece of chicken Drive to the local coffee stop Pull my laptop out and set up shop $5 for the coffee, pay and swap Caught a couple Xbox to my drop It's a merry Christmas if you figure this Both the naughty and nice are on my list And if you notice somethin' missin', don't get pissed I pulled all your info from LexisNexis Those who cross me, cross with care Because I won't leave 'til your wallet's bare You can't run from your Social, because I'll be there And I'll get your next one, you don't have a prayer I swear, people baffle me Who the f** would even want to battle me? Boy what a f**in' day that'll be When their life disappears with their chattel, G Don't battle me, because we rich in numbers Every day see a couple of fresh newcomers Tryin' to make a name off of my demise And I always hit them up with the YT surprise It may not happen right away, 'cause I lay in the weeds And I strike like a snake, whenever I please And such is the life of most DGs You don't see it comin' 'til you're on your knees Beggin' and pleadin', "Please stop beefin'" You don't understand, we get mad and even But it ain't even fair, 'cause we leave them breathin' Dealin' with a sh**storm of digital treason Squeemin', screamin', so not reapin' End up as a blip on my Sidekick beepin' Every time they try to weasel out of my trap I pull them right back, put their heads in my lap A little stressful, but I've got enough cigs And I got enough to proxies to shake the pigs Carton after carton of the 72s And I'm still pullin' hits out my Underoos I still bruise, pack up and DOS the server Sit back and act like a calm observer Call all the shots from miles away Sittin' in a Starbucks at the break of day I don't play, so act like you think you know 'Cause I'm a f**in' DG, you're a f**in' b**h, bro Yeah! I'm still a DG and I ain't gonna stop So don't twist it up and make it something it's not From handguns to bandwith, I'm still kickin' And I'll fry your a** like a piece of chicken