Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Me & You, artist - Lumidee. Album song Almost Famous, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Me & You |
| Yea-yea Chuch ya’khamsayn |
| Once again it’s on baby, y’all know what time it is |
| I know it’sa shame ya’khamsayn |
| You gatta actually killa a mothafucka out here |
| Just ta let a nigga now you ain’t playin' with him |
| And you ain’t bullshittin' - yea that’s some knowledge fa y’all |
| Na'…we gon' get y’all inta this new artist |
| His new ass — Lil' Wyte, this boy raw… |
| ) *plays in the background* |
| Get high to this shit — I’m high as a mothafucka |
| Alotta rappers rap gangsta shit but they ain’t did nothing |
| DJ Paul — Lord Inf'…Crunchy Blac fa real bussen |
| We done rolled down on niggas, we done let them gats burst |
| We done seen niggas blood leak clean through they shirt |
| I ain’t lying too ya boys when I said that cha’ll get did |
| Man I keep me some hungry niggas ready ta split the wig |
| Of a fake solid nigga, hoes lying in they raps |
| Cuz they never shot guns and they never had ta scrap |
| He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck |
| Made his body cold left em' red and wet |
| Body curved up like a cornrow |
| Police on the set, I’m a vet from the North — North |
| Pack a rusty tec in the Lex' plus a sawed-off |
| Hard makin' money when you watching for the ro-bbe-rers |
| Narcotics and these hoodrats — nut go-ba-lers |
| They’d take a shot at 'cha, put you in tha hospita' |
| Leave you left fa dead, and they tell ya I’mma halla at ya |
| Here I go again, try’na keep my mothafuckin' ass thin |
| Niggas halla friends, but they fake friends |
| I’mma nigga halla «mothafuck friends» |
| Tone up in my mothafuckin' right hand |
| I’mma 'bouta go and fuckin' rob a man |
| Just so I can keep my fuckin' family fed |
| Fuck what’cha heard this is what I said |
| Bust out some shots at ya fuckin' head |
| I’mma meet you pockin' bitches, whoppin' niggas wit' my pistol |
| In my yard they discovered, dead I’m out here out makin' missles |
| This is war when you fuckin' wit' LaChat — bitch y’ain’t know |
| Get 'cho posee out becuz we comin' 20 deep ho |
| Didn’t you need ta know that all that talk can get you fucked up |
| Ho this ain’t no game — that you playing you get bucked up |
| I’ont give a fuck who you is, who you in too |
| You won’t touch a bitch, ha who me bitch — but I’ll kill you |
| A crooked as a barrell of snakes |
| Fuck with the real not fake |
| I represent the Bay — so ain’t no need ta hate |
| I’m counting tones and spray |
| I’ll blow your clean away |
| This HCP don’t play — won’t see anotha day |
| Y’kno we Hyp-notize, can see it in your eyes |
| This Frayser Boy — no lie |
| Inhalin' dro — so fine |
| Y’kno we toppin' a poun' |
| And still we stompin' your smile |
| No need ta copy our styles |
| What chain’t been popped in a while |
| No more fuckin' around by now I’m fed up |
| I see your face has a frown — gatta keep your head up |
| Cuz when you fuck wit' this camp — let’s say you messed up |
| They told you in the beginning — don’t try ta test us |
| The day Lil' Wyte hooked up with the 6 — the shit was all she wrote |
| Y’kno these lyrics be burnin' - blisters deep in my throat |
| This shit be hotter than lava laying a hault in yo saga |
| Adding some Pippen ta bitches get at me weaker than water |
| This is the start of a problem thats lackin' a solution |
| You graduated with honors — ta sell out institution |
| And this for all the rappers that got kicked up out this camp |
| I stole your plate when back fa seconds — +How U Luvin' That?+ |
| This is my mothafuckin' posee song — Wheres Jerome? |
| Instead of gettin' up out yo shit — you stayed ya ass at home |
| Potential lurking fa certain — I know you feel it hurt |
| If they knew bitchin' came wit' ya — you coulda kept ya verse |
| Bitch doubt me now |