Lyrics

?PLAY YOUR POSITION?

Hook
Just listen you can see we on a mission, play your position fam or pump your brakes why you all up in my face you invading my space (whats the deal)

All you fake tough guys we bout to get in your feelings fuck what you heard cuz this how we living play your position man or pump your brakes why you all up in my face you invading my space(whats the deal)


Verse.
Im about to shift your mentals to a whole another level the irie skies is where we dwell a zone where ya get ya head swelled if you think your shit don?t smell theses fasse rappers be acting like they like jail spittin they dirt like jerks in verses not even written well was it the E or the crack that got you telling all real felons that?ll twist your moms cap back and aint pretending like you and your crew a pretenders, that switch up they gender when ya step to them aint that a bitch just like a switch on and off the dick, ya?ll got me thinking if O.J. would spit a lick diss a bitch and drink cris would you pump that shit shit build on that when you finish holla back, if you salty Im a bring my strap just in case the pussy in you decides to react to what im saying and how im displaying my high caliber ways

Verse.
I could pass you the mic but I cant buck for you I could lead you to water bet you still gone drown for my southeast steamers my queens uptown, is it C that leap over beats in a single bound MH with the tracks so wet he flooding you town, we movers and shakers the streets made us you say you looking out don?t do us no favors be the same dude from last week giving our hours to the neighbors you copped from us yesterday had the suspect behavior now you I can tolerate but I cant stand a traitor claiming he down with fam worried about who pockets is greater my man say let him slide that shits in his nature, but he all up in my kool aid he don?t know the flavor don?t he know I held him down since his mother watch beta?s to the ruff times we was hurting the man tried to break us it?s all good just get at me and kill that fake shit im the same as I was if it aint broke I cant fix.

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Verse
It?s the 45 caliber flows to your brain bust you with no silencer I wanna hear the bang fuck these shorties and the fame chocolate city slang chill and let my dick hang you niggaz know the deal these fake industry cats with the same fake raps with they fantasy bank accounts talking about the heads they clapped since when did pushing a bent make your rap game sick them crackers got your head gassed you appearing in flicks I feel ya you an actor a straight fucking clone they pull that string in your back so you rip the microphone you puppet you need a drink to ruff it these flow is the primo baby stop getting dusted.

Verse
I beat defeat by packing heat in these mean streets since 93 upgraded my steez cuz I was stuck in the 80?s coppin weight you used to get more for the money niggaz got hungry shit changed and the game got cruddy, as time went by my eyes got wise to the bullshit you cats would try like acting asinine when the lights would start to shine cuz ya posing, some thug shit you didn?t even write stay outta my sight or it?ll be on tonight today stay outta my way cuz why you?ll play in the club im building with family eventually we?ll take you under then you?d be fronting our steez na mean ya bloodlines a blunder, you know moms was a trick and pops just another dick that?s why ya act like a bastard and think acting ignorant is that shit pass it on to ya kids and wonder why the world is like this.

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