John Forte` F Destruct Fat Joe They Got Me Lyrics

They Got Me Lyrics

Forte' - Chorus] 

  

 They Got Me killin with them 

 They Got Me sinnin' with them 

 Smokin' drum, holdin' arms, bustin' guns with them 

  

 They Got Me fearin' the pen, cuz I don't want to go in 

 It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on- again! 

  

 [Forte' - Verse One] 

  

 Yo, Call my lawyer 

 They ran up on me son, ain't nothin' for ya 

 Two shots, my allabies, I'm with Joe and De La Hoya 

 Fight on, ran up in the crib and turned the lights on 

 Yo get this, Mothafucka!  I don't leave no witness 

 Like Larry Fishburne, I'll meet in Hawthorne, pushin' lefts 

 With no signal light on, yo word bond, I know the shit's on! 

 Called Don Cartagena from the Pilan 

 Yo be war, lawyers and attorneys trying to hurt me 

 Indeed I,  feel stressed  

 Clutched my shorty's chest smokin' C.I.'s 

 Truth or die,  shoot the five, uncivilized  to B.Y.'s 

 Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will 

 Sit still, or you're shook real, y'all niggas need to get real, or get killed!


 The 4-fifth,  call the men still, alcohol's never distilled 

 A hundred proof vest, bulletproof! 

  

 [Forte- Chorus 2x] 

  

 [ Fat Joe - Verse  Two] 

  

 Ungh, yeah yeah... 

 I live a plush life 

 Nothin' on my wrist, crushed ice 

 Bumpin' the heist, in the GS with the bug lights 

 Just us guys, tough guys, the puff lye 

 Cut up pies from night, 'til the sunrise 

 If one of us dies, his fam gets a share 

 Every man's treated fair, no one's getting his hand kissed in the chair 

 We all shine as individuals, ex-criminals, we trained to not hate you for the


 residuals 

 Now his interludes, reflecting how we was reppin' 

 Snappin' necks-n-----Charging the mob for our protection 

 I'm still rejecting offers from half the forces 

 A corner office, and ten percent of all extortions 

 I'm still enforcing, but only when it's close to home 

 Do it for Tony, he taught me how to hold my own 

 But now I'm fully grown, and I got dreams of my own 

 My whole team on the throne, living like kings out of Rome...It's on! 

  

 [Forte' - Chorus 2x] 

  

 [Fat Joe - Verse 3] 

  

 Ungh...Yeah..Yo.... 

 For the right price 

 I'll put any rapper on ice 

 Over three gods, Terror Squad'll cough 'em up real nice 

 Send him to Christ,  taking his life's not a problem 

 I've been robbin' niggas and pullin' triggas way before my album 

 Drownding my sorrows with bottles of Moe 

 Anybody can go, lose your control, end up a John Doe 

 You didn't know, my shit is game tight 

 The insane type to bust open your brain with a drainpipe 

 It ain't right, but I don't give a - UNGHH! 

 Me and Punisher contemplate your death, like the governer 

 My red dot that make ya head hot, disgusting wet spot 

 Blood gushing down your bumbleclot dreadlocks! 

  

 [Forte'] 

  

 Ayo Joe!  We suffocating with the headlock 

 Let's fly the kite to his Ma 

 You leave the key inside the breadbox 

 I hold the toaster, Fugee-Camou coats and penny loafers 

 Glass table meetings with Dons, I'm nice wit' mine 

 No time to be fair, I build in this square 

 I'm holdin' it there, my corporation's like a million in share 

 The gat push weak niggas back, from Brownsville to Flatbush 

 9- double 1 dialing  shorty wildin' 

 She tryin' to send the god up to the island 

 Like the rest of my fam, the best of the damned 

 The Beast, who locked the rest of my mens 

 Lease a tenant, four pounds are fingerprinted 

 Louisville's aluminum invented, some dumb scent it and peppermint it! 

  

 [Forte' - Chorus 2x] 

  

 [Destruct - Verse Four] 

  

 We're just thugs for life 

 Bustin' slugs for life 

 Forte', Brownsville, Gun tec unite 

 Fat Joe, BX you know the shit stay tight 

 Cap's casings, blast faces, and do what you like! 

 Cap's casings, blast faces, and do what you like! 

 My son drive a bust guns, though the shit ain't right 

 We're just thugs for life, bustin' slugs for life 

 Forte'! Brownsville!  Gun tec, unite! 

  

 Brownsville!  BX!   (Repeat & Fade out) 

 Forte