Grand Daddy Iu Low Key Lyrics

Low Key Lyrics

Ogash



Mister U Dad pon di case



.45 along di waist



Police, snitches gwan get shot in-a dem bloodclot face



Ya see I mean?



O-o-ogash



Watch out







Yo, I'm on the down low, cops wanna know how I'm gettin paid



So they send snitches wired up with hidden tapes



Steppin to me to make a purchase



But I ain't sellin jack, so the trap is worthless



Doin what I do, waitin to smoke me



But I'm all about dough, that's why my flow is low key



You see me today, I'm in a slick black Benz



Tomorrow a hooptie with mitch-match rims



And windows tinted and dark-ass glasses



Drivin around collectin money in masses



When I make my runs, it's done on a q.t.



That's how it gotta be when I'm out gettin lucci



I keep it on a quiet storm, word is bond



Makin sure that nobody's informed



You ask is my business legit?



Flip 'low key' around and see what you get



I'm low key, y'all







Yo, I'm in it for the fortune, let the next man have the fame



For 10 long years I been down in the game



I slung when I was young runnin block to block 



Sellin cooked up rock, and ain't never got knocked



??? when I used to sport Lee's



And I thought G's how to transport ki's



But one thing I learned from the day I got on



That's when you start tryin to play large you get up gone



Either in jail or your head laid to rest



But I was game tight, cause I learned from the best



To never tell my dirt in the street to no bitch



And don't trust a friend, cause he could be a snitch



I hustle from Hempstead to Queens and Delaware



Cops takin out my spots, but I'm never there



From state to state I sling ki's and g's, and



Blow like the wind and keep on breezin



Take the money and run like a bandit



Leavin the chick I was with at the hotel stranded



Off on a midnight run, fully equipped



A full tank of gas, and a extra clip



Bullet-proof vest, a ski hat to match



Briefcase full of dough, and no strings attached



I'm low key, y'all







Yo, a kid makes a drop, then bounces



With a package that's short 'bout 4 1/2 ounces



So I made a few calls



Now he's scrapin his balls off the projects walls



I went to make his girlfriend bleed



And found her in the alley in the back of a crackspot, o.d.-ed



I shot the bitch anyway



So what if she dead, if I ain't kill her, her ass still gots to pay



And yo, that's word to Miz



Whoever get fast gettin blast, and I don't care who the fuck it is



It could be Jesus Christ



But if he violate, I'm tearin down the gates and shoot his ass twice



I ain't takin no losses



So I'm out to get mine and don't care what the cost is



Yo, I show no affection



I snap necks and then flex in every ghetto section



From point A to point B flippin ki after ki



And then watch the cops watch me



I see em lookin dead in my face



From a third-floor window in a project staircase



But they don't know that I'm aware



See, I knows the drama, and I ain't tryin to get caught out there



So while they actin like spies



My troops is at the backdoor, ready to organize



I tell em wait for the cue



When you hear the horn blow, then go head and do the do



I wave and let the cops know I see em



Flash a mad fat knot, and then hop in a B-M



Now the troops know what's on



So I give the cops the finger and smile and blow the horn



And watch the troops bumrush the door



Ready for war, guns in hand, headed straight for the 3rd floor



??? on the steps



The papers read '3 feds found dead and no suspects'



And I'm still in the mix



Slingin mad bricks, puttin chumps in a 226



I wink, and my heart is stone cold



Do whatever it takes to get papes, that's how I roll



And yo, I'm low key, y'all