Gotta Get Over

Shit, it ain't go hold me back, I gotta go all out to get mine A tech nine might come in handy for the next time I'm frustrated, chumps are making me mad Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad Too gold, too bold, too fly for them to stop The man to respect 'cause I'm ripping up blocks I gotta get the dough, gotta run the show I'm flipping like a kilo, stash a million or so Go for what you feel and deal wit this 'Cause I'm dangerous, I come real wit this And packing and strapping, it goes along wit the rapping By any means necessary, you can't get buried I may come wit a smile but I've been known to get crazy wild So when you scheme, yo, I scheme too And I've been out here and yes, I've seen you I know your face, I know your name and all your people kid I've got mad connections, so won't do a bid I make the moves, I'm never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking Mad murderer stalk in the night when you walk Feelings of stone to the bone, I'm a rock No regrets for doing shit I had to do I was hard headed and yea, I still am too But you know I got things under control So you should slow your roll that's my advice to you bro A street veteran, sometimes I'm trife as a juvenile I'll beep your style, you can't fuck wit the golden child That's why you're riffing but you know you're just ass kissing You wanna meet'cha maker, I'm a take ya Or else let the man command 'Cause I'll be ready to get you open, ain't no joking, I jam So if you wanna know who's really boss Then try your game, lamb, and end up taking a big loss If I don't get my way, you're history To you, I'm a mystery, you never understand me I came to grab the tapes and be out I came to get what's due to me 'cause I got clout I make the moves, I'm never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking I'm sinister, I'm selling no wolf tickets here Rolling correct to get my point across clear Sights in the city make me bitter And I ain't taking no shit from no sucker nigga I move swift, always looking for the money to make I need the cash flow, I got a lot at stake And I could never go out like a crab So shut the hell up and put the money in a big bag Hand it over smooth like I need fat dough, I got things to do tonight I'm always on my job, ain't no time to be caught short And those outta line, pay a fine or get knocked off It's my turn to clock the duckets Being broke, nah, I can't fuck wit it I'm making moves, never faking 'Cause the loot is for the taking The loot is for the taking