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k.a.a.n. - gridlock lyrics

[verse 1]
separate the known from the no go (from the no go)
we check ya from the status to the photo (uh huh)
you realer now, don’t worry you still show ho (it’s gon’ show ho)
the cameras on it, you ain’t even know though (uh huh)
you need more than a black belt in my dojo (in my dojo)
that don’t mean that you can’t get caught in a chokehold (uh huh)
calm your b-tch–ss down, i got somethin’ to show you (somethin’ to show ya)
you too busy bein’ a f-ckin’ bozo guess i’ma
watch you self destruct
if you don’t give a f-ck
then why should i help you? oh you ain’t askin’ for it huh
no you got all this figured out, so much bullsh-t to untwine
oh so you a stand-up guy but fall on your -ss every time
it look like your paper running out
you might have to find a new paper route
might have to sit your -ss on the sidelines
till you get your sh-t sorted out
funny how the word broke ain’t pr-nounced
like y’all ain’t know what that’s about
pride is a double edged sword
ready to take a n-gga out

[hook]
excuse me, don’t
mean to intrude, and you
do not know me, no more
than i know you, but if
i was in your shoes
i would use this as a tool
so tell me what the f-ck you wanna do
get gone or get got
get gone or get got
get gone or get got
oh you the hottest on the block?
get gone or get got
lock grid and gridlock

[verse 2]
make sure you know your role before you play it (‘fore you play it)
make sure you read the fine prints in your statements (uh huh)
gettin’ even mothaf-cker that’s my favorite (that’s my favorite)
and when it comes to that b-tch i’m nothin’ to play with (uh huh)
n-ggas shuck and jive i think that sh-t’s outrageous (that sh-t’s outrageous)
don’t bring that sh-t around me i heard it’s contagious (uh huh)
everything you on i think that sh-t’s outdated (old as f-ck)
but you’re too busy worrying ’bout opinions
so n-gga guess what i’ma do
the opposite of you
tryna ride a wave nah that’s what sucka n-ggas do
i give two f-cks what n-ggas do
sh-t you might call me out of touch
my sh-t hit like an uppercut
i hit you with another one
somebody please tell me why
these n-ggas trash by design
that sh-t sound mad asinine
sound like the blind lead the blind
mothaf-cka i can’t read braille
but i can see bullsh-t pretty well
these b-tch n-ggas fold under pressure
that’s ’cause these b-tch n-ggas frail
and uh

- k a a n lyrics

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