Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beware, artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song Losing Composure, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.11.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Maab Ent
Song language: English
Beware |
I know you haters better run, I’m coming for you |
And everyday a nigga repping, and riding for Screw |
I was keeping it in my chest, now I’m getting it out |
I know you spectators in the game, better close your mouth |
I got a lot of my time invested, up in this game |
It’s S.U.C. till I’m dead, ain’t no need to explain |
I’m in the Maab with guerillas, and we coming in packs |
The only friends we got deep, and coming with black gats |
So niggaz’d back back, I’m a man dude with a attitude |
And I’m too quick to click, Lil' Trae is a damn fool |
In my zone leave me alone, I ain’t trying to be fucked with |
Everything that I got, is everything that I wanna roll with |
Me and me and myself, you niggaz bad for my health |
Now I’m pumped up like Superman, with a uppercut to be felt |
I ain’t playing with what I’m saying, you cats better start praying |
For Deebo commits to spraying, and everybody be staying |
Why, these fellas talking down |
Don’t they know, why we’ll ride |
And make somebody slide, beware |
Why, these fellas talking down |
Don’t they know, why we’ll ride |
And make these bustsas hot, beware |
I’m chilling in my 1's, chopping game on my celly |
My iced out cross, hanging down to my belly |
Got your lil mama, butt naked shake her jelly |
I’ma put her on a tape, and play it back on the telly |
Boys hate to love the street show, when we showing up |
I give me back the same middle finger, they be throwing up |
They can’t afford the pints, by the case that we po’ing up |
Young in the game, it’s time to start growing up |
Get you some hustle, get you some grind |
Show me some muscle, show me some shine |
Fuck trying to crime, off another nigga name |
It’s just a matter of time, 'fore I run you out the game |
Because I can’t believe the nerve, of these hoes |
Trying to use my nigga Pimp name, for benefit shows |
Fin to start kicking in do’s, with the macks |
Trying to let that shit pass, now I’m coming for your ass fool |
It’s the return of the mad rapper, industry nigga subtracter |
That be greed up in the fists, that be clinched like a black panther |
I’m sick and tired of you fakers, that try to twist up the game |
So now you gotta see me, like the 84's that I swang |
My glock I cock and I aim, my name you fin to respect it |
You let me off in your world, then I swear to God I’ma wreck it |
You must of thought I forgot about you, acting sue a crowd’ll watch you |
I gotta get that up out you, your people gon be without you |
On top of that, niggaz be using my homie name |
Saying the Screwed Up Click, so they can get them a little change |
Hopping from dick to dick, and I ain’t even gon say no name |
I feel like I wanna click, so now you gon feel my pain |
I’m Trae, and I ain’t bar nan nigga in this drama |
Or mama, I weave and I swang sending em through a trauma |
They tell me to let em make it, but really I ain’t the one |
Them bitches did it, so now they gotta see me when I come |
Where the real niggaz at, cause I can’t find none |
Everybody be talking shit, when they be packing they guns |
Quick to shoot a motherfucker, to keep they face from sweating |
But when the laws come to bang one, snitching and telling |
Be these ol' buster ass niggaz, killing all in they music |
Showing a four pound around town, but never gon use it |
I’m registered by my gangsta, you barely touching me G |
Now feel you got the edasity, to come and see me |
Fuck it whoever wanna get some, can come and get dropped |
I’m a grown man I don’t get people sued, I get people shot |
If you ain’t shot, I wonder who gon be standing behind the trigga |
Z-Ro the Crooked, cause ain’t no love for none of these niggaz |
Straight Profit to Presidential, trying to scandalize my name |
They can’t sell records without me, that’s a god damn shame |
I ain’t to blame, why these niggaz ain’t selling and losing weight |
But I’m to blame, when I go off and get the bruising they face |
(Z-Ro) |
Make a nigga hot, yeeeah |
Why you wanna hate me, S.U.C. |
You niggaz can’t be meeee |
My nigga T-R-A-E |
And that’s the way it’s gonna be |
Until a motherfucker take me |
Me, and the M double A-B |
We gon be thugging |
Until we see you niggaz to see |
Straight up, it’s my cousin Trae nigga |
These bitch ass niggaz can’t fuck with you |