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king los - don't get in my way lyrics

[intro: news anchor]
the real life riches to rags tale of one of baltimore’s biggest drug kingpins
one of the biggest in baltimore, according to the dea
trading at least 1,000 kilos of c0ke, tens of millions worth, right in our area
garnett smith may have made fortunes dealing cocaine and heroin, but it cost him his freedom

[verse 1: king los]
see in baltimore city we don’t really give a f-ck, n-ggas die everyday, that’s way this sh-t go
how the f-ck you think these n-ggas supposed to care when the cops ain’t sh-t and the drugs coming slow?
n-gga need a price for this sh-t on the low man. it’s hit a plug hit ’em and he f-ck around and split
n-gga said, “d-mn that was really your plan?”
if you take my money, i can take your b-tch
d-mn, sh-t getting crazy these days (sh-t getting crazy these days)
what the f-ck is going on?
playing with another n-gga change had an ak spraying at your brain
d-mn
man i heard they ran up in his crib they took his b-tch and all his purse and all his jewelry and his motherf-cking chain
he said when i catch him i’ma send these boys a message, time to teach these wh0r-s a lesson, end the motherf-cking game
man, n-gga do you dirty, got me drop topping, brand new glock 30
it’s like a dark cloud always over my town and this sh-t get real when the sun go down

[hook: shanica knowles]
when the sky turns night and the moon shines bright and the kids gets out the way
when the wire gets cold, all the boys run home and the beasts come out to play
don’t get in my way, don’t get in my way
don’t get in my way, don’t get in my way
don’t get in my way, don’t get in my way
it’s not so bad and you wave white flags when i’m all up in your face
when you cross that line, you won’t be fine ’till i put you in your place
don’t get in my way

[verse 2: royce da 5’9″]
i used to be defined by having the biggest nine
being followed by a stripper chilling with a fifth of bombay
now i’m just a stand up n-gga looking down, dealing with the digits and the pounds, don’t get in my way
hollow head, bullets got a forehead on it looking big as sade
on my way to visit yet another project chick, she living building 5a
i be there everyday, with another chick
they be singing to each other “you’re all i need to get by.”
mary j’s, john blaze on some other sh-t
n-ggas wearing plaid shirts around their waist instead of weapons so this tec’s playing checkers with them for the thug of it
on your mark (mark), n-gga where your heart?
couldn’t knock a gl-ss of water off the table with a running start
my hypothesis is i’m cut from a different cloth
god stop, make it with a rhinoceros
y’all ballers, n-gga i’m extinct, heater by the sink, y’all in hot water
i’m a molotov thrower, y’all the cop callers
when it pops off it’s shots falling all the smoke clears after sh-t happened

[verse 3: king los]
been flexing since big body legends
fronting like you getting it but your clique probably stressing
my whip got ’em guessing, my clip got the answer
if a pr-ck got a question then your b-tch probably pressing
i cop, fly drops and new sneakers
i’ve been top notch since high tops and 2 beepers
you ain’t on my frequency, i frequent the waldorf
freak with the drawers off, in my jeep with the doors off
i ain’t chopping the top or murkin’ the tire
coppin’ coutour on tour, you know, merch and attire
know some og’s, ot that murk the supplier
chop the whole bird up in an herb with a fire
slow down, show you how to earn that sh-t
whip the wheel count and money while you turn that sh-t
i told a b-tch, “look, you get one turn, that’s it. just don’t get no
lipstick on this hermes sh-t.”
i’m from the murder, where b-tch n-ggas murk if you crispy
either you pushing work or you working with the 50
but my circle never shifting, i copped my b-tches red birkin’ bags
and got ’em jumping out of purple 760’s
got a house in the hills but i’m as hood as it get
i feel as good as i look and i look as a good as a b-tch
i got a stack of hundreds, that say none of you n-ggas rapping want it
you f-cking photoshop b-tches that look wack in public
p-sses? i’m my hood? n-gga h-ll no
benz on the arm, you can call that an elbow
get it? i said benz on the arm
meaning what you push depends on the strength of your arm
and at the same time, your elbow bends on your arm
but i’m really in a bent, with the arm
and i’ve got it bullet proof, so really i’ve got the whole bent armed
same color as baking soda with the old bent arm

old bent arm, back over the stove
whip it up one time for my n-gga marty jones
in the feds, but he used to keep the v’s all chrome
it’s still block sh-t, my n-ggas c’s came home
probably dig the money up and cop a f-cking phantom
we don’t know you from the streets, you mother f-ckers looking random
talking much, you finna get a n-gga yee ain’t never had it
stay the f-ck up out my way that’s automatic, god dammit
when the sky turns night…

[outro]
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